Shemhamforash

Consumed by tongues ov fire burning like Phlegethon
 Holy gardens reduced to ash
 Extinguishing light ov hope
 Bringing the end ov the days
 Words ov my gospel scattered
 Sacrilegious scorn spat in pale creeds
 Thin is the line between pure being and pure nothing
 My sole companion
 Woe to Thee!
 At my command
 Let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethlehem
 O ye ov little faith
 With ethics rotten in a moral cage
 Dead meat thrown down to the worms
 To feed religious tumor corrupting marrow ov repugnant swirl
 At my command
 Let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethlehem
 At my command
 Let the heads ov Samaritans pave my ways
 Shemhamforash
 Shemhamforash
 Shemhamforash