Weapon of the institution Avail yourself of gulit You - Give - All Feeding off the surmon Genuflect your thoughts away Deep inside your hatefull bliss You - Take - All Gratefull in acceptance
Twisted coming, For your sick belief Worship violence, For your own relief Tortured passion, In the face of men Human Carcass, The slaughter starts again
Sacred words internalized Like a poison on your tounge You - Taste - Death Make your saviours will be done Praying victims on the edge Of our lost society You - Are - Death The rage against humanity
Twisted coming, For your sick belief Worship violence, For your own relief Tortured passion, In the face of men Human Carcass, The slaughter starts again
Inner sanctum can't be found Pain is your significance Flesh - Is - Pure The sweetest taste experienced Crucify mortality Violence gourges putrifaction Flesh - is - weak For your false resurrection