[Pretext: I exit the void. Disconnect life. Expel the thick bile, the healing has been done, I've stepped outside. Exitus Spiritus. Luciferius et tu domunis I am the new law. Now be drawn to me... Ikon]
Let the chanting begin I call forth those in slumber I call for retaliation From interest, a pure passion A deranged confession You bow so perfectly in joy Be drawn to the magnet soul The mutter is for you, my lord They bow to set you free - free at last!
What were those words again Your suffering has got eyes (I'm) Caught up in the twirl, lord Satan Cutting myself on the shattered glass And so the chanting returns And now you bow for the magnet soul And so the chanting returns It is bound to set you free I ran from the trapped, I killed that world The confessor, I smashed your face in!
Who are you in the reflection, I do not recognise Old man and his burden kept Killed from birth, a soul in dept The mutter is for you my lord I bow to set you free checked out so many times but I never left We call those in slumber now Give praise to the lord Satan, father We bow to set you free, this world is yours!
Now bow down! For the magnet soul You bow down for the IKON
I exude the host, I spit you out False face, are you righteous?
Blessed be those of you with clear and open eyes Scorned angel of the light, Lucifer They bow for you, my lord Their minds will set you... free Luciferius et tu Dominus This world is yours!
... and so the chanting returns Now bow down for the Icon And so the chanting returns Rise to power!
I K O N
I K O N
I K O N
[Ante-text [sic]: ... and crush the immaculate conception. Mortal man, blood and bones and even God can die! Watch your saviour disappear, as 'It' transcend into society. The conception of Satan as a norm, murdering your Gods. Wonderful rebellion in a land of lambs. Your old beliefs morally corrupt. You have created your own true hell. Satan excluded. Trapped with no return, and I am not privileged to join. You of the self enthroned lie of the 'holy'... here and now is your day of Torment! Glory, glory! Prisa Djavuten!]