Come by the altar    We die as we die to be the other creature  Walk to incarnate those lives for exhumation  We both are resurrected  The guts get round and spiral  What kills and bleeds, to charge the creature    Your head is down  Your brain is dead  By existential murderer    We both are resurrected  My body is blaming whom  The guts get round and spiral  What kills and bleeds, to charge the creature  Slave and master pieces  Lying on the ground beyond  A victim of it's own perfection  None prayer for the halls of god  Your brain is dead  Your eyes are red  Your body opened  And splattered head    Die for dying  Kill for bloodlust  Take my pieces    Those slave and master pieces  My guts and your caress  Embodied all and ripped  The truth you won't confess    Till I know you are dead or burn in hell  When I hate, your splattered bones crush well  When I die you die for me in hell.