Open your mouth, boy   Just to swallow your teeth   I will not pay the price for your self-inflicted grief   My meekness lies there shivering and raped   Trembling prophet   Anointed wrath of God incarnate      Cutting and tearing dissection   Strangled and hanging before me   Weeping and screaming become you   Carry out your suffering      Raise your first, boy to bring upon your demise   Never had a clue what waited behind these eyes   Your body turn apart   You could not escape   Trembling prophet   Anointed wrath of God incarnate      Inspiration from your damnation   Your breath blackens my lungs      You marked the line to guide my first incision   Breath of the black muse