THE GROWING STENCH IN REVULSION RENT
OF YOUR RESIDUAL INSTINCTIVE ECHOING SHADED MASKS
REMINDS ME OF THE GRISLY RECKONING
THAT IS EONS IN THE MAKING

Projections upon a wall of DISTANT tears
concourses of gore in obscene dreams writhing TIMELESS
Vivisect the infinite planes
I wreak of my enemies' death
I cannot find a way led to peace

THE GROWING NEED
FOR WIDESPREAD EUTHENASIA
BETTER STILL A HEARTLESS HOLOCAUST
WILL RETURN ME TO SANITY

AND I WOULD WISH
FOR MY BRETHREN
THAT YOU SEEK NOT TO GAIN
HEAVEN IN LIFE OH MORTALS
FOR HEAVEN IS AS THE BLADE
OF PURITY AND THE TRUTH
WIELDED IN THE COLD HAND
OF GODDESS HEL VENGEANCE'S MOTHER
AND TO INHERIT THE HEAVENS
BY YOUR OWN PIOUS PATH
IS TO INHERIT DEATHS UNTOLD
YET TO WARN THE MORTAL
AWAY FROM FATAL FOLLY
IS FUTILITY ITSELF