I have walked on blackened sands
Within the maddened mind of man
As demons on their bellies crawl
Between darkened skies and soil damned
Behold the filthy blood of a corpse cunt ravaged
Waxing dead on a frothing sea
mad with the rotten mind of this carcass, savage
And bleating at the confines of its travesty
Rent and spent, I'll spray the scent of hate
My spate will sate their ravenous tongues
Behold the burning fire born on cracked lipped madness
Waning life on a rotten breeze
Burked by the choking grip of this divine redress
And beating back the function of its helotry
Splayed and flayed, I'll see them paid for Death
My breath will drink their caustic pines
Behold the witches stitched to our wild heresies
Waxing dead on a rotten breeze
Hung by the lolling tongues of their own misanthropy
Walk with me, under prurient lash and toil
Embrace me and I'll damn you to the soil