Crucify this Godless whore. soul of pure believer, like a phoenix rising up
Imbibe, digest, fuck all that remains walls lined with festering candelabra
Emptiness consumes this lifeless void. upon this unholy altar
Screaming blaspheming my name
Moon kissing so softly caressing exposed ribcage
Haunting violence, ominous and dreadful swell within the congregated mass of wicked souls
Chorus rejoicing, faith increasing, towards our fore fathers of hatred
I want to go back to Hell
With no concern for others that fell
Closing my eyes feeling Baphomet right by my side
Guiding this apostate to a fathomless existence
We are all watching
We are all waiting
To become
Servants of darkness