Sweetest Stench Of The Dead Lyrics - Lux Occulta

... and he put immortal souls into fragile, crippled shells 

he broke our nexks, he tore our teeth 

he wanted us - angels - to become his slaves 

and that was the slap that the giants cannot stand 

we are the rebel ones 

the individuals 

the ones that are not afraid 

to spit in the tyrant's face 

fuck yeah! this means war! 

these mountains are the corpses of my brothers 

the ocean is the blood of my mother Earth 

this is what blind and mad usurper did create... 

hate!!! 

now i forge my sword 

can't wait to face the one and his legions of worms 

now I forge my sword 

this war must last forever, until the falls from his throne 

now I forge my sword 

dreaming of sweetest stench, stench of the dead god