Black goat, temple of skin -the sacrfice begins,
flesh press, lead them to their torturing deaths,
mental home for the funeral orchestra,
god of life, god of gloom we pray to you - damned to our doom.

Unholy abused, deities of darkness enter the light,
void of silence and disembowelled, gaged on sadism;
sarcasm smiles at a thousand dead,
the sun falls behind the graves, grim silhouette stand proud;
graves and crosses cast shadows on this face.

Thirst for blood and hunger for death,
sick pope, take no mercy in your ministry,
undead crusade move swiftly - what little time,
kill thier god, torture their men, fuck their women
and slave their children.

Doom sayer speak loudly!
give us morbid, we want tragedy!
amendment day anoint your demond,
I dub thee pain, I dub thee hate, I dub thee sadness, I dub thee tragedy;
sssshhhh speak not thine name, you only emulate.


© Copyright Addict - Phillip Clayton (2006-2007)