Lyric Avasatha pagan (prophetical part iii)

god you were a martyr
not worth praying
your grave won t be adorned
with flowers
but with infants of blood

satan touched the dawn
and devoted the sky
to his powers
the sky born in the blood
but out wedlock

god, I scoff at your wars
cause you graves been spat with fire
you won t be eternity
you won t be nothingness

now
now satan s coronation