Made as the Stale Wine of Wrath

A glory that shines in every atrocity
 Reveals itself in every vile act
 Cleans itself in despondence
 And the pit known only to broken men
 Deafening are it's secrets
 Again attacking sanctity
 With blasphemy and fornication
 A law written as it is spoken
 Past crooked lips
 And the pit known only to broken men
 Deafening are it's secrets
 Every particle of hatred
 Sends direct for convocation
 This world is for death
 Parched and barren
 Conduit to the suffering of the universe
 And the grasp of it's destructiveness
 Cannot slumber
 From this pit of degradation
 Eyes, tongue and sword
 Suckle at the honey
 Sour, dejected and wretched
 Risen above the calls of the flesh
 Tearing deeper
 Tearing deeper
 And again the massive conspiracy against all life
 No air
 No exit
 Futility is the first gradual
 Then utter
 All are, at once, taken to the destroying place
 And under the crossroads
 To keep the corpses down