The sword in hand's

Not yet to be in the ground

For at the darkest hour

A man may cry out

Seven tormenting spirits

To be breathed into him

The black abominations of elusive kinds

Heads hung in death

Spilling blood for their dead

Incinerate the soul

Die temporarily

Betrayed torture

For a life of recovery

Now I begin

The quest I was born for

Ridding the world, of-

Pigmented abortion babies

Fetal infections

Transplants the foul wastes

Lift the eyelids to inject this antidote

Live though a slow and painful demise

Reason from the corroded arteries

Seeps from the bubbling skin

This, vagina is a thing to be tortured

Rat droppings enclose the orifice

Seven tormenting spirits

Breathed into him

God's purist creatures

I have hung and eaten

To reproduce their meat

Dead or alive

We rejoiced

For a ceremonial reunion

Where we'll eat and feast

On an array of our departed's entrails

(Agh)

Grant me the delight of necro fucking

My departed followers

They were my companions

To the traveling

I am taken

To the deepest corners

Of the earth...

Spare us when Thee will rise to the earth