Renewed Ultra-Violence Lyrics

Atop of view from the tower of spite
Fuck your wolves, fuck your freezing moon
Your forests are nothing but inspiration for shit
A ceremony be to cleanse all this filth
Weakened view of beauty combined by ancient ways
Fair it is not to compare their weak art against the power of the will of hate
from the pathogen born Baphomet command they shall fall
a reality they cannot deface at all

demoralize , injure phosgene red star and mustard gas
inflict damage to eyes, nose, throat and lungs
a dying wail is all that is needed it seals your fall
it will happen again swearing by the love of gold by the whore
renewed ultra-violence for and all millenniums
the final fumes give birth to bloated cadavers
this is a final destiny, a new so-called cultural change

Atop of view from the tower of spite
Fuck your wolves, fuck your freezing moon
Your forests are nothing but inspiration for shit
A ceremony be to cleanse all this filth
Weakened view of beauty combined by ancient ways
Fair it is not to compare their weak art against the power of the will of hate