In The Narrow Confines Of Defilement

Devourment of ghost
 Sacrifice in homage to reject this mercy
 Cruelty to consume the vitality beneath the flesh
 Legacy of the funeral
 Allow this body of the soulless to be raised as great gate
 Channeling the chambers of blood to bring his rebirth
 Shaping this myth within a lunatics mind
 No forgiveness attained
 Alive within this altar of flesh
 Forever to be this restraint in promised pain
 Veins are emptied and embalmed with the appetite of betrayal
 Speechless lips are removed to invoke the words of the dead
 Infestation of belief that promised broken lies
 These ties with the unholy came true before these eyes
 Take these hands of betrayal and succumb to the defiance of death
 Lying in the arms of the sick, kissing this seduction of spilling blood
 The reality in promised faith now lies imprisoned in dark shrines
 Breathing out these streams of blood, this horror grows inside
 These fears await the butchers knife
 On wings of steel a soul will rise
 Methods of enslaving of the absolute
 For the degrading of eternity
 Blessed in the grasp of desecrated rites
 This fearless journey to resurrect
 Upon countless years weve died
 Etched scars in the skin of the attained
 The lifeless reborn once again
 Addiction in this infernal flame
 Surface this unclean soul as mouths of the underworld speak through wounds
 The regeneration of silenced pureness is strangled by intestines
 In halls of the confined this silence dies
 By avenging screams seeds of life cease
 Amnesty in the corrupt
 This black consumes the mind
 The paleness of the eyes
 This sight is content in submergence
 Emerged from stripped flesh
 Arise from the shell of god
 Flood waters of the baptized engulfing life to give birth to the cold of hell
 Self indulgence in the creation of perverse fear
 Hands now made tools of surgery
 Sinister ways of salvation
 Dissection of this savior
 Released from the calling of sighs
 Succumb to this arrogance in these words that dominate
 Blood runs beneath these eyes
 Entrance to the skull we find sickness of life
 Now march to the sounds of funeral cries