A dark spirit looms amongst wretched pulpits
Old, forgotten, woeful and decayed
Wandering the ruined sacellum
Searching, seeking for scraps to sustain
Vestments once gilded, now threadbare
Relics, once gleaming, their l***re dulled
Dissolved in the aqua regia
Stained glass panes shattered
Malign spirit, thou speakest of the serpetine
Worshipped and adored by this wretched c**t
Dwindling as they consume your poisonous sacrament
The weak, the tried, the sick, the lame, the faded
Beneath the vaulted, vaunted roof
Rotten wood pillars devoured by worn
Crumbling pages of mildewed tomes
Dissolved by lepers' acrid drool
Anointed in the blood and enshrined in thorns
Consume from the chalice of abomination
A feast of dry blood and dead flesh
Abhorrent are their rites of exaltation
Hands clasped, on bended knees
Eyes lowered in deference
"I am His servant, Him made flesh
You, unworthy, bow, submit"
In this slaughterhouse of love
Barren words stick in their throats
As dry bread with no wine
Hope displaced by impotence
Heed not the words of the craven
To centuries of decay lie the spires
No arcadia beyond the veil
Revel in the spheres of absurdity
For true elysium lies within...
Old, forgotten, woeful and decayed
Wandering the ruined sacellum
Searching, seeking for scraps to sustain
Vestments once gilded, now threadbare
Relics, once gleaming, their l***re dulled
Dissolved in the aqua regia
Stained glass panes shattered
Malign spirit, thou speakest of the serpetine
Worshipped and adored by this wretched c**t
Dwindling as they consume your poisonous sacrament
The weak, the tried, the sick, the lame, the faded
Beneath the vaulted, vaunted roof
Rotten wood pillars devoured by worn
Crumbling pages of mildewed tomes
Dissolved by lepers' acrid drool
Anointed in the blood and enshrined in thorns
Consume from the chalice of abomination
A feast of dry blood and dead flesh
Abhorrent are their rites of exaltation
Hands clasped, on bended knees
Eyes lowered in deference
"I am His servant, Him made flesh
You, unworthy, bow, submit"
In this slaughterhouse of love
Barren words stick in their throats
As dry bread with no wine
Hope displaced by impotence
Heed not the words of the craven
To centuries of decay lie the spires
No arcadia beyond the veil
Revel in the spheres of absurdity
For true elysium lies within...