In Deathlike Silence

Here at the edge of the world
 Born under the darkest light
 Beyond the grace of god
 Baptized in blood and ice
 Born to break stones for the lord
 Oppressed between the giants
 Those who left their hands unstained
 Unworthy of the true light of darkness
 When you are nothing but dust and bones
 May we breath silently again
 "And I saw the pilars come rumbling down
 In the desecrated temple of your false god"
 You call it sick devotion
 I call it salvation
 The Windraped soil lies in deathlike silence
 Above the choir of spirits screams
 Behold the swarm of black birds
 They shall peck your bones clean
 My flesh is poisoned from within
 Cursed by my own blood since birth
 But once more I shall arise in sin
 Destroy the thrones of light, let the darkness in
 "your holy scriptures, nothing but a pile of ashes
 Moldering in embers of our unholy black fire"
 You call it sick devotion
 I call it salvation