With Hearts Toward None VI

I call upon the name

Of purificating angel,

Upon the name of strangling angel

Let the world drink again

Fromthe fountains of the great deep

Let majestic springs erupt

Upon the footsteps of men

Let the skies dim with clouds

Of heavenly splendour

Let the waters of redemption arise

Let the children drink freely

From these rivers of grace

And let there come the rain,

Let there come the rain

And may it wash away the scum,

The cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit,

The whores, the junk, the trash, the

Worms, the freaks, the rot, the

Plague, the grime, the smut, the

Waste, the pigs, the slime, the mud,

The vermin of every shape and size

Higher, higher

Hoist the banners of shame

I call upon the great day

Of disgust and scorn,

Where man and beast

Are turned to clay

Where all fless dies

That moves upon the earth

And thiss rotten cesspool

Is swept all clean