Escape the lethal teeth of faith   This snarling mouth that bleeds words of this darkness   A binding obsession for the last grasp of air   Procession in plagued blood below this horizon      Embrace this stain of un-divine   Torture of sickness in consumed   Helpless in offering of this confession   Kiss of this lifeless transfer      Escape these rites of the sky   These torn wings of the defied   Force this silent murder of spoken praise   Beneath the regions of cold and flame      Birthed from cold blood      Symbolism of tainted thought in blood filled eyes   Sinister laugh of disfigured ideals, these hands were bound by nails   My lips are glazed with words of rebirth in praise of death   I grasp for air in the submergence of my own sin      Clinical silence for the seed of disease   Prelude to self divine assassination   Breathless in ruin by the force of havoc   Crawl with thorns adorned in punishment      Hallucinogenic transfer in the precursor to hell   The dark god and his desire whisper in transcendence   Worship in slave tongue, cold breath of the flame    These scorns of reincarnating the black void      Rust covered blades of this atonement   The modeling of pain for torturers    Hell’s architecture of the human mind   These hands were once drowned in blood      Redeem this desecration      Soaring on wings of despise, divine image burns my eyes   Sinister hands of restructure, feverish mold cast in flame   Bodies descend in sky of death, cruelty of disease shall swallow breath   Trial beneath great lake of ice, forsaken lives of sin in sacrifice      I give into the embrace of agony    I am sinless within my own sin   Accommodate this pain to preserve myself   I must bleed my own infection of the light      These burning wings of failure for this helpless prayer savior   This breath of sulfur before death in altered divinity of wrath   Legion in mirror like creation, carrier of the great plague   I kneel for this final redemption, failing in countless sick prayers      The hand of war raised from the blood of the fallen angels   This skinned god of empty souls birthing disorder   An altar of suicide in this timeless torment   Current of life lost swallows me, inhaling my breath.