He would kill the whitedraped men He would kill all holly men He would kill the powers in control to waste these jokers in this pathetic game He would choke the sleaze pig He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff He would crush all organs of speech to start the process of renewal He would avenge the dead He would crave divine protection He would sing the songs of darkness to call upon it to manifest He would "mirror" himself in the tundra frost He would rape its virtue He would disable its ways of hurting him to give him that advantage This would be the way of the misanthrope in order to create you must destroy We would greet the nuclear morning mist We would smile at all life dying We would cherish each and every moment and celebrate the return of Sin We would bow to the planet's Iconoclast we would march under the flag of Dominion and Hate we would burn all conspirators and their works with'em We would reveal the only truth we would make them really sorry we would show them Sovereignty in true fashion and then be a reflection of their loss We would soak up the last joys of our lives we would Hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on the last glory and hope for blessing to come