Inside the circle of pain, of fear
and cold reality of hopelessness
Did you really believe
that the seeds of consolation would bloom here
Ma** consumption of blood and souls
Let their every cell become a part of this offering
Their throats are cut
by the shards of broken promises
Broken like this world of gla**
Broken like the spine of Yahweh
Ma** dissolution of blood and souls
Let the womb of horrors open again
And we shall sing a song
for the new order in burning heaven
Upon the throne of shattered bones
Praised be that day
Every mouth chanting the strangest prayer
in the name of the angel of thousand forms
Who once will crawl forth
from the womb of d**h
…praised be that day!