The morning breaks with a gravelike silence This time the scavengers have come from far Take a good a look at the dead around you And breathe deep the stench of your God
Join the insurrection for the hunt is afoot The total extermination of the source - branch and root
Can you feel it in the wind The release from your mortifying sins For the vultures in their towers Will be decrowned of their power
The axe is set and awaiting 'neath this tree Cut down the fetters by your own decree And lay these stillborn institutions to waste For Hell is merely an acquired taste
Can you taste it in the rain The dripping source behind your fear and ache For with the passing of this hour Even gods will be devoured
As surely as this night the darkness will slay the Sun The transformation from malicious to delicious has begun
Forget the outworn and misguiding concepts of sin Unleash thy hunger and feast on your Dieu Cuisine!