You, who crawls for creation

The torn is your mark

Of deceit and mutilation



Suffering I wish for you

To be stained in blasphemy

Come forth and deny

The holy trinity



Preacher of hope

Behold they book burning

Preacher of love

Behold thy world

Turning



To the empire of flesh

Drink the blood and sin

Extract the pleasures

Of an orgy in blood



Fell the bloodstained skin next to mine

I love your wounded flesh

Entrance me in your fluids of life



The empire of the pleasures of flesh

Flesh is your mortal combination

Of a will to be free