Rain down plague to wash down famine Bathe us in the waters of death Shower us with fire eternal The cleansing when all became none
Congregate flagellate We the downtroden beg you Correct this most grave of mistakes creation
We who exhalt in the end worship it We beg for baptism in blood in sinew Snuff us out
Burden us not with the disease of tomorrow Wrap us instead with black wings of sorrow No prayers sent up to an empty sky Sink for fangs deeper into our necks
We who exhalt in the end worship it Baptise us all with blood Baptise us with humanity's eulogy The end when all became none
If the streets are sewers the churches are abbatoirs
In case of rapture the car might be unmanned But the gun tower won't be