Incipit (Anima Damnata)

Down in filth and blood, under the surface of sin Crawl in shit of thousand sons of Goat My slave in your beliefs, devoured by fear. Bow to me, I'm messenger of bliss Now pain is your priest, leading to disgrace No god you will see upon, no god but fear. Burn in blessing of infernal fire Pahtetic whores, christian liers Self-blinded kneel among desolated tombs Struggle in stench of your stupid weakness No god you will see upon, no god but fear. Bow to me I'm messenger of bliss.