Moloch’s Faction

Let the insufficient b*****d sob

Promptly we’ll stick it with Moloch

Hallowed sigils and feral dances

we’ll let the devils hear our furor

Moloch is rendered with iron

he maintains a compartment for this insignificant, goddamn runt

The lass is to be sanctified in hellfire

Oh, heed the infant’s howl while we use it to nourish the blazes

Black mist ululates from Moloch’s gaze

the dancers, partakers in sacrilege, abruptly standstill

The newborn‘s scorched, nonetheless, i’s now pure

and so the unruly ghouls erupt into orgy