Limbs cracked in rapture
Children of the blight
Whirling ever faster
Dance into the light
Faces of the eyeless
Faith has made them blind
Feasting on the ripe flesh
Breaking through the ice
Heretic, cast among the flock
Wearing thin, voices of the mob
Smoking screams, bull is cast of bronze
Groaning beast, desiccate the crop
Bane of fate, cutting down the trees
Craving pain, bring them to their knees
Halting voice, cracking of the whip
Scorching noise, fool of Nazareth
Meat on the slab, cover the eyes
Sever the hands, guttural whine
Cut from the flesh, the body of Christ
Blood of the lamb, blood on the scythe
The remnant purity is a nauseating glare.
Set then the children of Satan to its extinguishing,
drawing the mists of night into a burning world,
celebrating an eternity of dusk.