Cephalectomy Feast Of The Saints
It deteriorates to the point of indefinable shadows
Nothing left from which to feed this basic
contemptibility
I have come from the bowels of the earth
Born unto this world by the marriage of disgust and
rage
To feed the flames and stoke the fires of his will
I am the anti-divinity and the true soul of man
To spread my crimson wings upon the earth
Draping an inescapable shadow over all of humanity
Concealing all light from an already shaded course
Drown all in a void where none may enter and none shall
escape
There be no feeling in men which I have not cultivated
There be no thought in men which has not been given
Pass unto me the symbol of your deity
Be repentant unto the cross as you burn
Inhale the sulfur of your new torment and prepare for
eternity
Welcome our faustian spirit of the earth
The binding of flesh and fire
Wreaking its affliction upon every screaming nerve
A marriage of pain and horror
There be no redemption here you whores of the flesh
Your erroneous ideology has hastened your descent
O' children of god you're welcome to Milton's paradise
lost
Welcome to the meal of saints, The eternal feast
The unity of black souls
A creeping of fractures
The source is hidden
The undefined shadows
Children of tomorrow
Eternal eyes of the goat
I have come from the bowels of the earth
Born unto this world by the marriage of disgust and
rage
To feed the flames and stoke the fires of his will
I am the anti-divinity and the true soul of man
As the locusts gather
The flies surround flesh
The viper's venom courses
Imprisoned in black
