There is no god, No sense of righteous justice Deep underground
In ritual arc We stand in veneration To the goddess of worms
Behead the goat of Azazel Let his blood pour upon the slab Oraremus Matri lemurium
Prostrate in prayer I long for sublimation And the kiss of night
The initiates rise And hoist the offerings Onto her pyre
Nude and willing They rejoice, doused in gasoline They were born to serve Her Feculence Paeans of praise To the Mother of Apocalypse As the torches descend
The flames eclipse the pyre As we worship the end Of the despotism of god We, the despised, avow That this sacrificial rite Shall satisfy your needs
With blinders cast aside We shall transcend the flesh To serve the mother lich
The blood moon rises above the altar The mistress has blessed us this night
Ave, Ave Mater Vermis
Teach my heart what lies beyond The bloody prison of this flesh...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
