Stigmata Swinemaker
Foul mouthed, poisoned tongues
Travesties…you’ll meet your god…personify your
maker
Shed your skin and shed your light
Silent chaos serpentine…personify your maker
And the acerbic sigh shall fall
The boundary is torn reveal all I am
The palaces burn down, hear the bleeders sing their
song
The boundary is torn, reveal all I am
The palaces burn down…this plague is all I am…
Smell my rags and taste my sores
You crippled, self righteous whores
Holy wars for holy swine,
Watch the blood run red like wine…assimilate your
maker
Writhe in faith and cast the stone
Lash their hides; your enmity knows… praise be in
the eyes of your maker
For the final life will fall…
The boundary is torn reveal all I am
The palaces burn down, hear the bleeders sing their
song
The boundary is torn, reveal all I am
The palaces burn down…this plague is all I am…
You are not my maker…
You are not my maker…
