The Order

I pervert the essence of grace
 Through the rituals of antichrist
 The sacred flesh i vomit
 The sacred blood i must detest
 Glowing scars of the crown
 Stigmata marks the favor now
 Worn with contempt
 My horns flow from the scars
 as we form
 A voice to sing the oldest song
 of the wound,
 of the rise,
 of the order
 A chant to celebrate
 the flesh and the becoming
 as the son of the order ascends
 Born of the wretched, all entwined
 suffering bodies, suffering minds,
 flesh of contempt come forth,
 new salvation's spawned
 the new womb breeding antichrist
 shall tear asunder the sanctified
 giving birth to a new heaven
 this child shall bear
 the devil's mark
 A voice to sing the oldest song
 of the wound,
 of the rise,
 of the order
 A chant to celebrate
 the flesh and the becoming
 as the son of the order ascends
 Suffering
 Behold the fall of the blades once again
 The black order
 The prayer ripped open
 giving birth to a corrupt heart
 Dominance!
 The black order
 A voice to sing the oldest song
 of the wound,
 of the rise,
 of the order
 A chant to celebrate
 the flesh and the becoming
 as the son of the order ascends