Lyrics by Lord Worm    Sextons of the churchyard  Have seen unblessed things;  Ground no longer hallowed  Has sprouted new graves    Descendants of clan  That unsurped maternity  hear whispers in their blood;  This summons of the Fathers    Adherence to the principle  Of "man by woman born":  Anachronistic ritual  Soon to be obsolete    "Forgive me Father  For I know not what I do;  My grave beckons  As irresistable as drawing breath"    Nature abhors a vacuum,  The same is true to a tomb  It cannot be empty  A barren womb of plenty  A vacant grave must be filled.  For this the Fathers' will  Material birth be abjure  A mother's cunt is unpure    Sired in blasphemy  In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts  Filled with necrolatry  Reverse the life cycle be reborn through Death.    "Forgive me Father  For I know not what I do;  I leave a void to fill one  Hear my prayers from far below"