Smothered cries the imbalance feel the loss echo throughout the ages buried and rebuked by perversions of power I feel a fever rising a waking sweat so cold embrace the darkest shadows penetrate the bleeding souls
Go fell the asherim graven image to the status quo unable to bear her power suppress the insomnius dei once more go sell the children and half of a long forgotten whole unable to control her power resurrect the virgin, mother and whore
Victory cries of the phallus heed no cost to the widening abyss disguised imbued by delusions of grandeur in silent words that speak desire I feel the scalding fire still I deny my gallows smothered in scathing dissonance
Go fell the Asherim graven image to the status quo unable to bear her power suppress the insomnius dei once more go tell the pilgrims to imprison the primal urge unable to defeat nature and her cycles that govern this world