This is the storm!
Primal predatory, murderous impulses
Flood my mind
I have tasted the sacrament of life
And inverted that which is holy
Depraved hatred and splitting the flesh in innocence
Blood for the master!
I revere the cult, have no remorse
Not for my blasphemy, nor my victims
My only regret, I do not work faster
To fill the rivers with holy blood
Burn the valleys of God's disciples
Spit on this dead world
Feeding the roots of Satan's domain
Feeding the beast so he may wander the earth
Blood for the master!
