Host Of The Swine - Abysmal Torment

Blinded automata hands joined in reverence

Kneeling mindlessly but never understanding

How fruitless, entangled in layers of symbolisms

Pretending to bribe the arcane fire with empty chants

Consecrated bread rotting with their bodies

The temple of the universe they fail to know

And purity claiming to embody just for belonging

To one of the untold hordes of sectarian scum

Host of the swine, sacrilegious crime

Host of the swine, perversion divine

We will tear open the throats of those who cower

In the darkness of their accepted ignorance

We shall trample over every false icon of god

Bathe yourself in living light or in your own blood

Curse the host of the swine, hurl away the goblet of wine

Drink from the chalice of light, consume this cosmic might

Host of the swine

For those with eyes to see

For those with ears to hear

For those with eyes to see, let them behold

Those who refuse, let them incur the mirth of saints

For those with ears to hear, let them receive

Those who refuse, let them be cast into the void

Bestower of knowledge

Splendor behind the sun

Lucifer logos christos

Arcan luminaris