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