Paroles:
Throneaeon Neither Of Gods

to bless the devils work the plague which man breeds no gods to lead you through to another world promised for you in this time to come long gone are the love of gods

coming to bash your jesus dead proclaim your christ descended we laugh at your attempts take of what?s before us but you are neither of gods their guilt

their stiff and pale faces all twisted with a terrified gaze empty eyes, have you reached your promised place without a sound those spirits enticed into

the sinful offering, enraptures, enslaves and incites intertwined with the gift of the gods pleasure to whom it is sworn having faith in that of flesh

too many times we?ve been shackled to our feet with words of disdain from the shallow men far too long the truth has been withheld the genuine faith

eminent god my flesh my body mind and soul rightful by nature with none above a kingdom for itself that stands out the ancient systems comes to chaos becomes enslaved by gods