Psychrist - Debauching the Minions

As the wrath of time goes on
Minions of darkness ever grow strong
The time awaited ever draws near
Evil ascends

Millions of years lying in wait
Patience to achieve lights awful fate
The time awaited ever draws near
Evil ascends

Proceed with might and haste
Temptation the weapon that will change
Loving the fear of fear
The corruption begins

Minions with purest lewdness now seduced
Intemperance succumb to the evil urge
Angels torn, spirits crushed
Temptation bought, sought, the fight is lost
Blackened souls spread the hate
The first thought of fear begins the loss of faith

As one minion falls, another grows strong
The inevitable is clear
Embrace the pleasure of fear

Like so many before
The outcome manifests
Gods legions are blackened
Blackened to the core

Now all is lost, now all is gained
So many souls, so many stained
Much to achieve, this purity
But with all lost, clouded eyes only see
What evil can evolve
Purest light corrupted
Evolve and beckoned for the hand to follow