From distant wave to hurricane   From secret lust to world aghast   And pain inane   Yes, chaos proliferous   Chaos spawn, grown   From serpent speech to deeds eldritch   From blow to storm   From high-raised hands to interment   And hate innate   As the plot unwinds   As these pestilent spores we imbibe   ... Forever rage's becoming guide   Burn every seed-   Whatever that tempts, that enslaves,   Whatever that they've unleashed upon.   Us; another triumph of hate      Another spirit in quest   The link of wrath in a chain of scorn.   Every doubt...      Too blotesque the icon they paint   What is this substance to call it God?   The poison is vomited out,   It's a vicious art.