Come by the altar



We die as we die to be the other creature

Walk to incarnate those lives for exhumation

We both are resurrected

The guts get round and spiral

What kills and bleeds, to charge the creature



Your head is down

Your brain is dead

By existential murderer



We both are resurrected

My body is blaming whom

The guts get round and spiral

What kills and bleeds, to charge the creature

Slave and master pieces

Lying on the ground beyond

A victim of it's own perfection

None prayer for the halls of god

Your brain is dead

Your eyes are red

Your body opened

And splattered head



Die for dying

Kill for bloodlust

Take my pieces



Those slave and master pieces

My guts and your caress

embodied all and ripped

the truth you won't confess



till I know you are dead or burn in hell

when I hate, your splattered bones crush well

when I die you die for me in hell.