Lustmord and Wargasm (The Relicking of Cadaverous Wounds)

An archangel miswanted, pre-diluted soul
With a venomous ravenous breath no less
A tiny union that gave birth
To the dead of the past
Caverns, depressions and labyrinthine paths
The horizons of hellfire were stoned
To keep the beast as a messenger
Through death she brought the bell to me
A pre-fleshed delusion she was offered to thee
Divinity and lust are the bread of oblivion to eat
But the strongest will be part of hell
The mortal debris
When the torment of the goddess has come
And stripped the dead to teeth
Rising with magic and the flesh of the church
And the flesh is the heart, the heart of the worms
Out of touch, never touch her
Out of touch, out of touch
The dead in her skin
From the seas of the pit of the church
The ritual of pain of the carrier of thorns
Pegging our heads, and the red cross
To another hell we shall soon be free
To eat the heart of the dead
In the shadows of night my eyes deceive
To me that is the confirmation
Now they plead to the sun
And it is the offering to burn
Darned and darkening, these are the skies of doom
To get it must you burn
A sacrifice of this vile of a fate
Now we bring the crucifixion which I seek
The world has turned into an astral battlefield
A splash of red lucia leaves a blood of deities
The other side keeps on changing its eyes
In the black of frozen darkness
The last of sacrifice
And the no more curse, the whispers of the heights
Darkness and fruition
Darkness is the burning
We will spread our feathers
Heading in circles again
But the dream is that we are in play
A beauty to see like the end
Their whispers of the heights
The words that they shall receive
The crucifixion of the dead
Is now the lesson of the life
The quest for the self begins
Fighting the demons of fear
The world of hell is at death
The gates of immaculate
From temptation's peak
We will see the world unfurled at last
Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind
Shall be as one in unity
Commemorating sacred wounds
The pack are poised to feed
A sign of white roses in wounds
Twisted on shackled blood
The cross upon the deafening
As crucified it sings
The life and I, the scriptures
My truth of agony
The beast shall dance
And lick the wounds
That stand to let me whole
It is in the dust of the stars
The world is ever in frozen oblivion
Let us remember that all
That death is now reserved
For our souls across oceans of time
To have a taste of the world
That we once had to die
The sign of the grave
To make us the unknown
The curse of the cross
Brings us life again
You can't kill me, you can't kill me
You can't kill me, you can't kill me
Rising with magic and the flesh of the church
And the flesh is the heart, the heart of the worms
Out of touch, never touch her
Out of touch, out of touch
The dead in her skin
From the seas of the pit of the church
The ritual of pain of the carrier of thorns
Pegging our heads, and the red cross
To another hell we shall soon be free
To eat the heart of the dead
In the shadows of night my eyes deceive
To me that is the confirmation
Let's strike the world down again
Like a fist from all the cosmos