From The Pulpits of Abomination

No less real than those whose voices echoes through the starless abyss

No less cruel their nature, no less harmful their intent

Of sinful seed, of soiled womb, circling the five wings throughout eternities

And in a tomb beneath the pyramid of faith, as a crown lain at their feet

Behold the pillaged and impure remains of a god who failed

Guarded by the giant pillars to be moved by the Devil alone

For they are the stones of the throne of christ which He swallowed

and exhaled unto earth as his own!

ICHTUS!

Thine gills art dried!

Iesous Christos Theou Uios Soter

Where there was heart shall be vertebra

...For your children have been led astray!

ICHTUS!

Quench thine thirst with my urine

Warm as love it shall rinse through the salt in your lungs

For the thirst of the desert strangles all senses

Tempted art thou and noone can resist Him...

None!

For what is the worth of a godless prophet whose tounge since long has dried,

in completeness bereft from grace?

Through milleniums tormented by the eternal eye and it's piercing vigilance

Doomed to fail, for what hope can you ignite in their forsaken hearts?

When in deluge thou art fallen, your scriptures are altered and your doctrine

rewritten in blood?

What unity in tribes long scattered?

What glory and hope in a cross that is shattered?

Hark! The mourning wails of defeat echoes throughout centuries!

The horns of the baphomet in the wounds of jesus thrice

An alligeance of flesh and steel, unto which titan altar we all kneel

Hark! The reversed words of Yahwe from the pulpits of abomination!

See him now possessed and reborn, the fallen messiah alight

At the burning crest of the serpent's spiral smiling in confusion

Fear all ye faithful for no longer on his forehead a crown of thorns

In the shadow of the bloodstained cross Christ has risen... with horns!

ICHTUS!

Iniquitys mystery revealed!

Iesous Christos Theou Uios Soter

Where there was thorns shall be the horns of a goat

For neither in life or in death are they absent!

ICHTUS!

The greatest of creations laid to waste!

Malformed and depraved limbless nothingness son of a whore

Two nails in your hands for both father and son

And in the dirt of your feet piercing the holy spirit