Consumed by tongues ov fire

Burning like Phlegethon

Holy gardens reduced to ash

Extinguishing light ov hope

Bringing the end ov the days



Words ov my gospel scattered

Sacrilegious scorn spat in pale creeds

Thin is the line between pure being and pure nothing

Woe to Thee!



Let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethelehem!



O ye ov little faith

With ethics rotten in a moral cage

Dead meat thrown down to the worms

To feed religious tumor

Corrupting marrow ov repugnant swirl



Let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethelehem!

Let the heads ov Samaritan pave my ways!