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, f**k 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.