At dagger’s plunge I have rent anew
Those seething visions past
Bury one e’ery fortnight
In remembrance of the last
Aloof they crawl like sewer beasts
On cloven hooves I walk
Marking each friends’ treason cry
With puissance their trust I stalk
Troth to strangle Agnus Dei!
With each snuffle of His whining last breath
The vain fold retreats under comfort of His wings
To tell one’s beads I have come…
Baiting hooks and teasing Jahweh
Cast a spell at e’ery turn
Swift to wreak a thousand plagues
Abode of the blessed I spurn
Snipe amused the prided ones
Ye abandon all your hopes
When the killer calls to reap rewards
Snap hard the gallows’s ropes
Muffled tides ebb with a hint of soft rejoice
Screaming from The Worm that Never Dies
Tyranny exalted with each poignant stab
From mine enemies no foul deeds can rise…
Foul deeds will rise!
Lier in wait spilling filth upon the land
Vengeful sickness is close at hand
Fight the choir invisible with spear and magick death
Into a violet horizon ascend
…I ascend…
Evil begets evil I doth preach no turning cheeks
Scoff at Jesu Christi’s side and feet
Lift the blades of suffering and the flock will humble still
And mercifully the Stygian greet…
Seeking a truth that will not reveal
What lies within my rage?
The betrayal that has once conquered
Is now my betrothed
Pages turned for ages to come
Can not my tragedy erase
I went with the fog and crept with the night
For my name is the foul deed to rise!