Temples burn with blood on their walls Whores succumb to the infernal hordes To re-design suffering With the power that's given to us Blood skies ahead Invoke the age of famine and death Everyone is dead Summon the era of destruction Bring their fathers to The slaughter of their daughters Grand redemption The eradication of all mothers This is my design, this is my design This is my design, this is my blood design Of chaos and carnal pleasures No faith can do me justice No god can do my will The final sleep where flesh is meat His wine, his bread, his final supper Now this is her design I had to turn the page Now this is her design Creation and my rage Now this is her design Try to defy you're in me It is her bloodsoaked destiny I kill, watch them bow their heads in shame I kill, like the millions before them They're all the same I kill, watch them bow their heads in shame I kill, they're all the same What to say when I awake and see red skies? Was it me who turned your wine into blood? No, no, yes... we had to do it Av blod är du kommen, blod skall du åter varda Curse you all, deceivers of flesh Quench our thirst with this torture Drink from the well of sin and His guilt I open my mouth and breathe vengeance Embrace the fallen creatures of His might Burn their bodies, burn everything in sight Exhale the demons, disgraced, glorified Become the serpent's cold unholy light Burn the wings of the creatures of the light Disgrace their bodies, kill everything in sight Spare no witness, enslave and divide Hail the flagellation of the swine Tear off the wings of the creatures of the light Disgrace their bodies Spare no witness, kill everyone in sight Celebrate the death of the swine The answer to the lies, ceremonial suicide To enter paradise and suffer side by side When the carnage is over we'll be standing here tall With blood on our hands from our enemies' fall Mass cremation, genocide My faith is gone for His dead empire I crave His soul and I crave His flesh This funeral fire is rising high Watch me burn in the fields of sinners Incinerate the false redeemer For me His soul, for Him my flesh This funeral fire is rising high The funeral fire, rising high, rising high The funeral fire, the funeral fire is rising high Spiritual genocide, the serpent's way to live and die Descending from his throne above The funeral fire is rising high As blood turns into black See the scars on my back It's so beautiful it hurts Wounds are dry, won't back down So beautiful it hurts The hunger for retaliation feeds The mouths of the starving Blood will flow in an endless stream Through the gateways of heaven