Suffering abominations

Slithering like scum around us

Keep deceiving all your minions, for each soul that speaks your name is a mark blessed upon my wall of misery

Chapters written, unholy mistress, let me stain the cloth of man, allow my wrath and watch my right hand

Righteousness by the mass, speak my name at last

Snakes like thin lines of gold

Pestering my sight and singing songs of broken fiends

At last, this wretched defiler will know the sacraments of our guided gutter-land will be torn from the schism that is the tree of putrid life

Oppression, I’m a martyr

Consensus, succumb to me

Gluttony of our own blasphemy

The words roll off the tongue like my black lungs have rolled my fate

Breed violence, burn at this desecrated disease

Disciples, worship me