The King

The church tower has bent 
I'm standing before you stretched 
Your bloody spittle you've squirted into me 
like a drop of poison, how i feel 

I wish my release 
My decomposed body 
trembles on your altar 
My red liquid 
starts to run 
I can't get rid of you 

My blood is flowing in your mouth forever 
Everlasting failure - I should go 
Guarding my wound opened 
you protect your living nourishment 

I taste your body 
feeling the bitterness of your spittle 
I bless and adore you 
Darkness