Pseudogod - The Firstborn of Abhorrence

In the light of the wisest father
the soul of protogenic creation has been burnt.
In paradigms of scared sigils,
the keys of eternal life are hidden.
Expiate your sins through pain,
revive yourself in a sting of snake,
in embraces of nasty thing!
Oh, the child of sin, who was given birth in the cradle of hatred. Oh the firstborn, comprehended the christening through fire. Render gifts to your saviour,
and it will be rendered to you!
The son of your hope, the dead born child,
in those eyes is your perdition.
Crucified on human bodies!
Bow to him in your hearts,
because he is the messiah.
He is a horded breed, awaited by abhorrence,
the rat creeping in flesh of Christ,
the plague, bearing eternal damnation.
The star, went out into the abyss of chaos.
Peer at prophecies through his horns,
coiling in agony! He is an oracle!
Through labyrinths of shadows,
behold him, the reflection of the new god on the earth!