Carrion my name    For those who chose to mouth the curse    A tragic serenade    With Judas in my stride    The gothic halls of shame    Where statues coldly hold no worse    Than the murders I reclaim    From a dark, forsaken time      Kissing heaven, spent    He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge    Wishing to repent    For the brute that ravaged free    In slight hands beauty weeps    Conquest’s deep methodical screwing    Hurt repeatedly    Like the world wound at his feet       Dirge Inferno       As it is written, damn it    So let it be wrung    From throats of those in overthrow    The past at last has come       The savage bite without respite    Pervades the freezing air    This winter chill, grist for his mill    If tears of joy will blear elsewhere    And church bells drown in the cracks of doom    The storms above us hue    As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues    Deflowering two by two       Hissing, malcontent    He storms the skies on electric discharge    Pissing in contempt    On the effigies of the weak    Killing all resolve    The great beast simmers, his scarlet women    Spit their vitriol    On the terrified face of peace       Dirge Inferno       As it is written, damn it    So let it be wrung    From throats of those in overthrow    The past at last has come       A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn    Have locked to hastened blood    The moon disrobes, to harden droves    Of legions pouring    These rivers press, his breath adorns    Senates and enemy seats    Whilst his power takes as ingratitude    The writhing of the weak       Wormwood my name    The poisoned star that fell to earth    And blistered free of shame    In the pits of self-rebirth    Now those caves become a garret    Overseeing endless barracks    As the waters turn to claret    And the Vatican satins burn