Failure of limbs putridity bursting
From immediate decay son kills son
Emblems clot stigma wounds once flourished beg
For bread with crumbs of lowest flesh
Thorns that breed dead genesis he who melts
Upon his cross kept penance lifted alone on pedestals
His soulless doctrine that withers away
Pried tombs apart for tarnished beliefs disintegrate thy icons

Faith through massacre grace
From misery condemned for the higher purpose
Carving the prayers onto their tongues
Punctured slightly into greed
Hark the coming of plagues ten all lepers pool
And ooze into one on form as it is in spirit
Exiled from the ghost itself letting bodies
Rattle in the cage of brittle euphoria