Litany - Plynder thy Sons
Plunder Thy Sons
On the day that you died
I blessed all the sinners
I gave them my image
I spoke them my lies
I dispatch evil souls
From the depths of my empire
And I send them to steal
From your people and you
Stay under my son on the day that youll praise Satan
Stay under my moon on the day that Ill come to you
I bring the demise
I live in their eyes
They breathe and they fear
That raw evil comes
They sing on his grave
They follow the brave
They follow me
As I plunder thy sons
On my reckoning night
Ill take back what is mine
For thy master is dead
On his flowery bed