Spirit of Gospa

Read the Hatred deep wiothin my eyes and bow to me
Pain is my reward I become majesty
He turned water into wine, I yurn wine into flesh
He animates the dead I make the scream out their rage

Blood sipped into soil of this earth and made me breathe
In the coldness of a land without light I await his death
Virgins speak my words craving for my coldest touch
In frenzy they adore serpent's skin bowing their heads

The strangled, the burnt, the tortured let him hear your spells of death
The killed, the raped, the stabbed rise and scream out your hatred

He turned water into wine, I yurn wine into flesh
He animates the dead I make the scream out their rage
Scream out their rage!
Scream out their rage!