Paroles de 'Sacrificial Theopathy' par Deathspell Omega

We will give you a fierce and very tangible enemy
For this shall be the root of our cohesion and strength
We shall maw the innocents like weed
For if they are not among the unjust now
Their fall is unavoidable
You shall make your ears deaf to their supplications
Murdering them is an act of love towards your kin

Thine enemy shall be one
Their distinctiveness thou shalt negate
And with rhetoric thou shalt make them one
Simplicity is your virtue and your strength

You will stack accusation after accusation
On their shoulders and refrain from no excess
A lie repeated again and again will grow deep roots
And blossom into a magnificent monstrosity
Surviving many a generation

Thou shalt decree that thine enemy comes
From shores unknown to the man of virtue
Strange lands that breed beings
Devoid of any redeeming qualities

To relieve the faint of heart of their weakness
We shall strip our adversaries of all humanity
They’re either vermin, rabid dogs
Or abstract symbols, a function
They are nothing like us, no bonds can exist
They are an error of History waiting to be corrected
They are dead men walking
They’re already gone, a mere formality
Rejoice, we will build so much joy upon their bones!

The farther you will advance in the pool of guilt
Crimson with the blood of those you wronged
The more brazen your hatred shall become
In the vain hope to silence the echoes of their accusations

Our doctrine shall be the pinnacle of all that is sublime
For by being made of extreme perfection
It will constantly remind you of your failure to be worthy
And, in turn, cause deep waves of anguish
That you will channel into hatred
Directed against more of the innocent

Thou shalt not feel confused when our enemies
Begin to resemble us, mirroring us, mimicking us
For by doing so they are marching to the beat
Of the Lost, toward the pits of History

The hostility of thine enemy shall be the yardstick
Of the sincerity of your conviction
Thine enemy can never hate you enough
Should the quintessence of their hatred fill the Mariana Trench
You would still yell for more with a defiant voice

We shall infuse you with the fumes of spirituality
So that your violence shall spring
Of the firm grounds of fanaticism
Eventually, when all of you have melted into One
You will be ready to run the torture chamber

Thou shalt follow our precepts but when in doubt
Thou shalt imitate the example of those that are purer than you
Do not think nor innovate but imitate
That which has been consecrated

We shall deprive you of any satisfaction being yourself
So that the greatest of your desires is to become one of us
To attain this goal you will shrink from no sacrifice
Snd smell with exhilaration the curls of smoke
Rising from the ashes of that which once was precious to you