From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god
We have come from the ashes Of the burning away Pouring blood in the fire On the altar of pain Led into temptation Now the black Gods align Here there
proud upon the throne of abomination Death profane burns bright- supreme Consuming foetid flesh of the nazarene Rites of scourge- immolated flesh Imbibe
breathe Shall soak with blood in secrets told through forests dusk of putrid dreams Stained with blood our seal shall be alive Suffering, indulged in sin as flesh
Fingernails that pierce your tender flesh And a silent scream of your new faith profess I am a piece of eternal satisfaction I am the serpent wrapped
Hreidmarr] Blessed be my own decision This body must burn upon the Altar of Holocausts Murder her when you make love Like millions of worms penetrating her flesh
images of vast reluctant pasts. Ethereal eternity awaits the final act. It crawls towards the altar destined to collaps. Tragic legend, eerie stratum. Twisted, this mortal flesh
The altar covered in lifegiving cum the smell of forever running wet cunts Flesh and sweat dancing bare limbs around the fire the sound of clashing wet
Crusted blood on altar black The rite of dark is done The semen burn in sacred flames The Witches sings their song The night is filled with joyous laughters
hair, red sardonyx, red fingernails, lil' Red Ridin' Hood, MATADOR, crucifix, red is good, red as red, red as stop, red prick... ("you're better red.) red as party, sacred altars
hand out, rising Come the dawning of the dead In famine and in war Now the harlot womb of death Spits out its rotten core Serpent on the altar now
my mind This I mean my mind to serve 'til Service is but magic Moving through the world And mind itself is magic Coursing through the flesh And flesh
Death will arise from the altar Piece by piece you fall Feel the disgrace It penetrates into your skin The suffering will arise I laugh when all the
spawn of evil (We are) one to kill the lord Feel the nails of pain Carving through the flesh Brutalized upon the altar With a crown of thorns Damnation
My obscene autopsy of you as I cut you limb by limb Your body I sliced upon altar of my human flesh pot art I will slowly perverted get to work
the way This is the day of the dead Bound by love, unbound by flesh This is for those who have gone before Flower petals falling on the altar This
my mind This I mean my mind to serve Til' service is but magic Moving through the world And mind itself is magic Coursing through the flesh And flesh