A Cannibal Crusade

Disguise for the last time's ignorance-

A flood of flowers and a dagger behind

And million twins of rotten, cloned hysteria

Like hungry drones scaling bones and souls abide-

A final storm on desert fields,

The thunderous herald of Blitzkrieg...

The tapestries of hate and their fate

Enarmouréd and feverish to attack!

Under the kisses of a ravening sunset

The feeble faith of mankind left a bloody stain

And moral kneels, heart-cuffed and crippled

Beneath poor hybris, proud in vain

Torn between two worlds of glass

And steel without skilled paints

Cruel saints, misled and wolfskin- shed

Obey and judge my thrill- ferocious aftermath...

And crouching in this pit of words

Where voices harm like sharper swords

In light outside prides the amount

Of far insaner bodycount.

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail Sin-

On their knees

Begging for salvation

In the tongue of slaughter-ecstasy

Devouring the dinner of disease

Served with tears, thick dead desires

And lost verses...

Whilst I lay, away

From the sound and woe of earth,

Warmed on siege and opiates,

A sidled vision passed

And while my body rested there

And all my bones found peace

My mind inspired from this tomb

And found new blood to feast (on)

What lies beneath

'came torn apart

by serpent drill- bits, demon hearts

burning Rome for Holy War...

Two spirits slain

For endlessly our grace was ripped:

From harmony to the love for

Mortal sin

...and Cannibal Crusades

Down with the devil, an eye for an eye

A funeral banquet from faith to a lie

Never again will enslavement be torn

Never again be a Cherubim born

Seraphine Horrors as blood veils the sight

This carnage mistaken for eternal rights

Chewing on Allah's celestial guts

Enflaming the earth so carnivorous...

Mocking at runes of a prophecy, gone,

A new Hydra rising from witchcraft undone

Bloated, like bodies submerged in the cold,

Motionless waters of vision and void

Each neck a fable and each head its dread

Hissing more curses brought into effect

Reborn as puppets with razorblade strings

Poured into masques like gold without glimpse

Forever- this fever

By the pulse of broken hearts

Grows violent, so silent

Like a prayer on battlefields

Caged in the chasm of murderous darkness

The feeble faith a mankind left a bloody stain

And moral fell, heart-cuffed and crippled

Beneath poor hybris, blindly slain...

I fade away

Drowning into nightmares

Of a sightless, perverse entity

No more again

Shall we taste of innocence

We, who scattered greed......