Tidfall The Empire Of The Pleasures Of Flesh
You, who crawls for creation
The torn is your mark
Of deceit and mutilation
Suffering I wish for you
To be stained in blasphemy
Come forth and deny
The holy trinity
Preacher of hope
Behold they book burning
Preacher of love
Behold thy world
Turning
To the empire of flesh
Drink the blood and sin
Extract the pleasures
Of an orgy in blood
Fell the bloodstained skin next to mine
I love your wounded flesh
Entrance me in your fluids of life
The empire of the pleasures of flesh
Flesh is your mortal combination
Of a will to be free
