Foul Parody Of The Lord's Supper

Myth once told of an earth born King;

A theurgic bind of spirit and flesh

And so it is parable to those with strength;

The galant psalms and pageantry are lost in space!

Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper

Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper

At the table bread was broken

Crimson contract proffer swill

Gather friends and good disciples

To witness figment tales...

No rewards with natural treasures

But with sickly suffering;

And our Kingdom doth be paradise

void of pleasantries!

Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper

Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper

Myth again told of that earth born pig!

Barking abjuration whilst hammered to the wood

And so if stays parable to hearts with strength

As we sleep in bold comfort in our hell on earth!

As the cock crows thrice I'll be denied,

forsworn by one of you.

And for the sake of prophecy,

summoned to my lot.

By blood... Resurrection?

By body... Redemption?

By God... Domination?

By Pilate... Crucifixion!

As the cock crows thrice I'll be denied,

forsworn by one of you.

And for the sake of prophecy,

summoned to my lot.

By blood... Resurrection?

By body... Redemption?

By God... Domination?

By Pilate... Crucifixion!