Black Altar

 

I shall spit to the face of your Lord!
I shall twist all the meaning of words!
What the word of the pitiful one,
should be followed, as it’s written on stone!
Such insanity, such a false…
So predictable and coarse…
I’ll rip out their bright fate too
spread upon a world of gloom

At the end of their final abuse
Whip ém off with a mark of curse
Sworm to the hell – their lost way black
altar for them – should be laid

At the end of their final abose
Whip ém off with a mark of curse
Sworm to the hell – their last way
black altar for them – should be laid

Wake their eyes with a blink of the truth!
Shake a fist in the face of absurd!
With a torch in our eyes and desire,
so these worms would be laid afire
Such insanity, such a false…
So predictable and coarse…
Truth is nails of the losses
Linked their words to their crosses