Infested with insects of the fallen cross

Feast upon the soil in the wake of thy father

For the dregs of god

Touched by man are holy

Mortify thy flesh for thee

The body shall not sustain thy hunger

Self-inflicted sanctity

No blood of Christ shall touch upon thy lips

Vomit forth the fruit of eden, each breath thou taken a sin

Laceration breeds forgiveness

Rotten tissue punctured turned pure

Divine lust for the taste of blistered skin

Festering wounds spew forth the key to rapture

No shadow shall conceal a silent sinner

Infested with insects of the fallen

Haunted by angels

Rats set ablaze in hallowed fire

Gnawing through flesh to appease the flames

Claws shredded amongst stone pillars

Frantically grasping towards the heavens

Die for your God