Howling under the moonlit skies
Sweating, salivating, mumbling unspeakable curses
Loathing civilized cohorts
Estranged from modernized kindness
I’m brandishing my bone made sceptre
The heat is scorching your eyebrows
Your lungs gasping for freshness
In my damp and musty cellar
You are done and you know it
My cult will leave you exsanguinated
Dead what a fuckin’ understatement…
We are here to carve you up…
Fuck you up…
Make you pray for your god…
Kiss the soil goodbye…
Reduced to Nihil…