Testo Red Storm

Product of incest you speak of babylon
but you just babble on where have heaven and hell gone?
suppose I am the devil you are
just spit on my hoof
so offer your throat to the wolf
the taste of your cackly blood will suffice
just look at it as a sacrifice
for, in your heaven the end is beginning
but the alpha is the omega
offer your throat to the wolf
upon your father's death
as we feast on the flesh
of our earth
boring her veins
and letting her blood
before the keeper of the sea
kneel and offer your throats
behold...
we are the wicked
breathing fire
the guardians of the red storm