Ancient walls of morality keeps us entangled in darkness
Dreags of society feed the morbid dream, while the serpent of knowledge
devour our last hopes of faith.
Abortions delivered from stenching cunts walk the path of glory with angels by their sides,
whispering words of wisdom.
Blessed from twisted depraved generations we scrape the bottom of this eternal despair.
Brains wrapped in purple velvet, bleed blood from the mothers of all.
I hear the call from the far abyss
My need is pure as yours
Savaging the holyness of the despised ones.
We gather to bring joy through pain.