1. THE LAND OF HONEYED OFFAL

My crown is one of vomit, my coronation born in filth
By the human scum beneath me, who've feared since long ago
Mercy, an illusion crafted by the weak
Whose terror at the greater ones drove warm blood from the meek
Blood deserved by those who'd spill it with no sympathy at hand
And pour it in the oceans of the honeyed offal land
Whose organs taste of sugared breads, whose bile is like wine
Whose rivers run with blood and cum until the end of time

I rape, I slaughter
I butcher and I slay
I sodomize your human earth
With the phallus of decay
I massacre, I defile
I spread my morbid plague
I infect your peaceful night
And haunt your waking day

My brutality is endless, my heart is non-existent
I pry the sewers open and summon pigs and whores
My flock is ever-growing, craving sin and lust untold
The perverted legions beckon, and my splendor now unfolds
Procreating odium, smashing the saintly dogs
The moral and the righteous reduced to vacant, sickened dolls
The gore, the blood, the sickness, the despair and the sin
My eternal reign of blight and blackened skies shall now begin

I ascend to
My throne of iniquity
I ascend to
My throne of iniquity
I ascend to
My throne of iniquity
I ascend to
My throne of iniquity...


2. LINED WITH MOUNDS OF NAMELESS DEAD

Witness the bodies
Thrusting like spears towards the sky
The miasma of the dead
The towers of human flesh, the carnal obelisk
Gruesome and unexplained
Lining putrid rivers, blood millennia drained
Innumerable bodies lay
The endless mounds of unknown names, forgotten carrion

I... am... the hammer
I... am... the odious god
He who disgorges
He who grants the pillars... of... blood

My putridity
Is meaningless and endless, relics of forgotten age
My long-gutted corpses
Are gifts to empty land, history lost in unknown time

I... am... the smasher
I... am... the blood god
I... am... the crusher
I... am... the forgotten one
I... am... the smasher
I... am... the blood god
I... am... the crusher
I... am... the forgotten one


3. TWITCHING MASSES OF EYELESS FLESH

You, the human scum
The ignorant hordes of eyeless flesh
Purveyors of disgust
Forever wallowing in willful filth

There is no hope for a human earth
Filled with pigs and deceptive whores
Those who feel nothing more than want
Kinesis towards the meaningless

You, the human scum
The ignorant hordes of eyeless flesh
Purveyors of disgust
Forever wallowing in willful filth

There is no hope for a human earth
Filled with pigs and deceptive whores
Those who feel nothing more than want
Kinesis towards the meaningless

I... crave... nothing more than your destruction nothing more than your cessation
But I... won't... grant you less than plague and cancer grant you honor in your deaths

I'm the invulnerable, inconquerable extirpator of the weak and defenseless
Smashing the human hordes, enforcing constant code of Darwinistic vengeance
Raping the land of earth, granting putrefaction in the wake of condemnation
Witness the crusher now, in the wake of my destruction I shall grant you revelation

I... bloodlord...
I... extirpator...
I... bloodlord...
I... extirpator...
I... bloodlord...
I... extirpator...
I... bloodlord...
I... extirpator...


4. CRYPTS OF DISMAL SPLENDOR

My sickness. My glory.
My blood. My splendor.
My nausea. My beauty.
My languor. My virility.

Crypts of sorrow.
Crypts of horror.
Crypts of dismal splendor.

Tombs of sepsis.
Tombs of cancer.
Tombs of dismal splendor.

My sickness. My glory.
My blood. My splendor.
My nausea. My beauty.
My languor. My virility.

Vomit
Terror
Bloodshed
Sickness
Hatred
Horror
Sorrow
...Splendor


5. ENDLESS ACRES OF GREY

Endless acres of grey... endless procession of days
Soulless trudging on... centuries of wandering
The choking, the vomiting, the hopeless search for salvation
Lines of humans in tattered rags crawling through grey sand

And the grey... marches on...
And the grey... marches on...
And the grey... marches on...
And the grey... marches on...


6. THE RAGGED TONGUE OF OBLOQUY

I grant you my sin, my odium, my obloquy
Use its immolation to strengthen you
Use the incantation of loathing to empower you
And bestow upon you the truth, the hatred, the reality

Take heed and bear witness and understand the law
The thorned tongue is barbed with wine and anvil flame forlorn
Drink their arrows and use their fletching to craft demonic wings
Take their slings and grind their passionate stones into your skin

Slaughter, and hatred, these paths of glory
Summoned from the beauty of mutual cruelty and scorn
Take profanity as a lover's kiss and beatings as caress
Then breathe your spears upon the earth and condemn the pigs to...

Death.


7. WOUNDS ON THE HANDS OF HEALERS

Those cuts on their hands, those open veins for poisoning
The marks of the virtuous demanding condemnation
The healers gather, forcing their claws into blood and filth
Self-sacrifice in the name of blight, relinquishment of virtue

A curiosity flared like a dying star, and realization dawned
That their hope was mere illusion, that their calling was a farce
So they huddle in piles of blood and of bile and they self-infect
And spread their disease to the wounded and wage war on righteousness

I search... I detect...
I rape... I infect...
I violate... I murder...
I'm the wounds on the hands of healers...


8. SEWEARTH

Witness... the opening... of...

Sewearth (x4)

In my sickness... in my odium... I give you the opening... of... the Sewearth...

What will you do when the sludge starts flowing
Witnessing the signs that your earth is crumbling
As the rats and the vermin and the insects start spreading
Across the majesty of Sewearth

What will you do when the sky then blackens
Encases all the humans between shit and dark heavens
As the sickened masses huddle desperate for salvation
Under the enchanted skies of Sewearth

What will you do when rivers run with bile
Blood and vomit spewing over endless mile
As the creatures drink from dismal waters features become vile
In the lustrous land of Sewearth

What will you do when the sun stops rising
Hiding from the grimness of the masses writhing
As the world becomes perverted and humanity starts dying
On the verdant plains of Sewearth

What will you do with the sewers overflowing
Disgorging corpses and new horrors ever-growing
As the people learn the new world and their homes start lowering
Into the comforting bosom of Sewearth

What will you do when the people start killing
Feasting on their children's flesh with their tongues a-trilling
As their taste for animal meat turns to something more thrilling
Among the luscious feasts of Sewearth

What will you do when the sickness turns to lust
When the old ways are forgotten and there is no longer trust
As the sin meets their approval and no longer inspires disgust
In the sensuous hills of Sewearth

What will you do when the old earth is ignored
And the sickness turns to health and they take no care of lore
As the whores and pigs reign free, old ways of virtue are abhorred
In the septic tomb of Sewearth

I am crowned in vomit... I am the icon of scorn... I give you the opening... of...

Sewearth...