Cephalectomy

True Northern Mystigrind

Feast of the Saints

It deteriorates to the point of indefinable shadows
Nothing left from which to feed this basic contemptibility

I have come from the bowels of the earth
Born unto this world by the marriage of disgust and rage
To feed the flames and stoke the fires of his will
I am the anti-divinity and the true soul of man

To spread my crimson wings upon the earth
Draping an inescapable shadow over all of humanity
Concealing all light from an already shaded course
Drown all in a void where none may enter and none shall escape

There be no feeling in men which I have not cultivated
There be no thought in men which has not been given
Pass unto me the symbol of your deity
Be repentant unto the cross as you burn
Inhale the sulfur of your new torment and prepare for eternity

Welcome our faustian spirit of the earth
The binding of flesh and fire
Wreaking its affliction upon every screaming nerve
A marriage of pain and horror

There be no redemption here you whores of the flesh
Your erroneous ideology has hastened your descent
O' children of god you're welcome to Milton's paradise lost
Welcome to the meal of saints´┐Ż The eternal feast

The unity of black souls
A creeping of fractures
The source is hidden
The undefined shadows
Children of tomorrow
Eternal eyes of the goat

I have come from the bowels of the earth
Born unto this world by the marriage of disgust and rage
To feed the flames and stoke the fires of his will
I am the anti-divinity and the true soul of man

As the locusts gather
The flies surround flesh
The viper's venom courses
Imprisoned in black