Procession Chants Of The Nameless
Father, betrayer
Nameless, insidious
Mourner, destroyer
Patriarch of worms and rats
Mother, abortionist
Devoted, perverted
Sacred, hypocrite
Holy impious whore
When the time has come
I will summon you
Raise the precious crown
Every single chant
Every single prayer
Seven thousand tongues
On a grave-like throne
Ghosts and parasites
Point at me with cold dead eyes
My tongue a sword
My hands your tomb
I am damnation
I am ruin.