With fervid vocility we have perused. Through centuries of countless bethumbed volumes. Finding little solace for our plight. With absolute bodily quiescence.
Wind brings famine. Your lungs fill with dust. Serpent scales etch the ground. The phase it shifts. Leaves you all alone. The moon is burning. The city sleeps.
Riot, fire, hysteria. Waiting vultures watch and shriek. Fear causes delirium, panic has reached it's peak. Violence and spreading disease. Witness to everything wicked, unholy, rotten, unclean.
[Words: Luke Easter, Music: Aaron Guerra]. . He's got a secret environment locked in his head. Reality suspended. He's got a cast of characters cooped up in his mind.
Bitch!. She appears from the dark as another victim dies. Spirits on the trinity, a shrieking virgin cries. Cryptic writings to raise 'em from the grave.
Why does God refuse to move?. . If pigs could fly they'd fly away and never grace the earth again. I wait and wait and wait and wait but nothing good happens for me.
Steeped for nine days in the gloom of death. Eat the flesh of rotten dogs. Magic circle drawn around the grave. Midnight tolls. . Come to me, show yourself.
I close my eyes and think about Calvary. I see it happening right in front of me. the back that bore the whip, the head that held the crown of thorns.
Born with the mark. devils fucking sign. the powers from hell. soon will be mine. Kill at first sight. evils in my blood. Satanic Blasphemies. Killing all thats good.
Through famine, flood and choking mud the ancient river flows. Bringing life and death, transporting friend and foe. . To build their cities by its banks the hopeful people chose.
See the harlot riding sinner scarlet. She's a city made of souls. To the Devil she will hold... to the end. . Madness. Drunken blindness...fallen! is her kingdom.
Unavoidable laryngectomy. Summon the E.N.T. M.D.. Is this the end for me?. Install the Western Electric number 5000. Creach modification. Nicotine addiction, larnyx benediction.
Hidden deep in the Sumatran jungle. Lives the mystical titan arum. The natives call it bunga bangkai. A behemoth among all plants. Strange enough that years pass before it even flowers.
After final separation of the twelve tribes. The kingdom of Israel succumbed to idolatry. God's anger raged at King Ahab and his nation. For idolatry and persecution of his priests.
Waiting in fear. My stepfather's prey. Mother's mistake. Now I'm blackmailed not to say. . Try to explain. To a starving child. The check's in the mail.
Surprised by such an evil thought. Where did this thing come from?. I thought I cast it far away. But it's creepin back to me some. My spirit's willing - flesh is weak.
My pet, my pet-how fun you are. I trust you so much I even leave the cage door ajar. You'd never harm me, but just to be safe-I admire you from afar. .
Nazarite, set apart, he will lead them. Hypersthenic, beyond renoun, dead Philistines your crown. . Tasting not of the vine or beware. The razor shant come near the braids of your hair.
After school my stomach sinks. From the thought of just how much he drinks. Broken home broken dreams. Mom and Dad forsake the family thing. . So I slither in up to my room alone.