Chants Of The Nameless
Procession
Father, betrayer Nameless, insidious Mourner, destroyer Patriarch of worms and rats Mother, abortionist Devoted, perverted Sacred, hypocrite Holy impious whore When the time has come I will summon you Raise the precious crown Every single chant Every single prayer Seven thousand tongues On a grave-like throne Ghosts and parasites Point at me with cold dead eyes My tongue a sword My hands your tomb I am damnation I am ruin