1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. CRYPT INFESTER

Crawl in the darkness
Malformed... Shapeless
Spawned from the blackness
Old One.... Putrescent slime

Nightmarish gods
Ascended from stars
Created to Serve
Masters' ruling word

Cosmos slowly turning
Aeons have passed
In eternal slumber
Buried to sleep, dead

Never awakened, dead
Lying in wait, dead

Serving empty cause
Mindless proxy slave
Roaming through the course
predetermined by the gods

Roaming the hollow crypt


3. NAMELESS CULT

Covers bound in flesh
Book written in blood
Black nameless cult
Revealing dark mysteries

Graven stone Idols
Blood soaked Obelisks
Carved ancient Runes
Surround the horrid Altar

Chants of Vile Rhymes
Call forgotten gods

Maddening rapture,
'Neath the sick flames
Thrashing naked bodies
Perverted ecstasy

Cracked skulls of infants
On the edge of the altar
Repulsive morbid worship
Sacrifice them to the... one !


4. ALTAR OF WORMS

Beholding your rigid limbs
Fixed on a crucifix
Centerpiece of my shrine
A corpse... Embodiment of death

Layers of humanity
Slowly deteriorate
Into morbid forms
Skeletal grotesquery

My altar, of rotting flesh
Icon of foul deeds
My worship, of endless death
Praise on your knees !

Yet in death the corpse
Squirms with new life
Maggots gnaw the flesh
To the bone

Biological Iconoclasm !

Amass the larvae
Into a Chalice
A twitching eucharist
For the congregation

Altar of worms


5. MASSGRAVE

In death all flesh
Rots as equal
...In a Massgrave

Into the yawning trench
Worthless lifeless husks
Nameless and coffinless
Pile the carcasses

In death all flesh
Turns to dust

Putrid nauseating stench
War feeds on death
And without corpses
There is no Victory

Nameless and coffinless
Pile the carcasses

In death all flesh rots
...In a Massgrave

Light the Corpsepyre


6. THE DAGGER AND THE CHALICE

Open your gates, O Harlot!
I shall raise my dagger
And worship in your Temple
To fill your Chalice...

Thrashing in abandon
Like two naked beasts
Succumbing to the climax
Revel in throes of rapture!

Bestial fornication
Pleasures of the flesh
To tenet of the IX degree

Open your gates, O Harlot!
I shall raise my dagger
And worship in your temple
To fill your Chalice...