Dhul-Qarnayn With Wrath So Divine
I curse the name of God
And I curse the name of light
I have no sight in this infinite deafening night
With hatred rendered to one
with withering voices of my passed past
With emptiness so deeply pressing
With Death lingering ever so near
With fate whispering vengeance into my ear,
With wisdom erased by borrowed time,
With terror shadowing behind,
With roads leading aimlessly in circles,
With hatred so divine.
To quench the throat of murder, until all sins are devoured, to remain graveless
The climax of boiling sins summon my presence
The time has come to punish pestilence
Cries of suffering echo as they go unheard
I'll rip your throat; I'll piss down your spine
I'll shred your innards, and chew your guts
I'll spew venom in your heart; I'll devour your soul
I'll use your head as my lantern, and I'll leave you for dead.
I am the black prophet
With wrath so divine
