The lamb and the flock dare not tread Among the blackest tombs we wander For we drink of the Devil's wine And utter the tongue of the dead Their fetid voices speak behind our eyes Their wisdom scrapes inside our veins The unhallowed sorcery of the shadow The infernal speech of the silent damned Engraved upon bone and altar The sigils of the spiteful one The lamb and the flock dare not tread Among the blackest tombs we wander For we drink of the Devil's wine And utter the tongue of the dead To speak their words we must slit our throats To know their gaze we must carve our eyes Their malice is the vomit that rains upon The urine-soaked cathedrals of man Deny the father Deny the son And cleave the throats of the pious ones