Black Host

A vulnerable sheep thou art
With tearful immaculate eyes
Supplicating for mercy
Helpless and weakling

I channel my hatred
And the weeping of the damned (and the cries from the hell)
Into a rotten sacramental bread

In this unholy eucharist, we congregate!
Receive my body
For this is my flesh

Bow down before me
Fall down on thy knees
The sky is black
The cold embraces thee