Utter the Tongue of the Dead

The lamb and the flock dare not tread
 Among the blackest tombs we wander
 For we drink of the Devil's wine
 And utter the tongue of the dead
 Their fetid voices speak behind our eyes
 Their wisdom scrapes inside our veins
 The unhallowed sorcery of the shadow
 The infernal speech of the silent damned
 Engraved upon bone and altar
 The sigils of the spiteful one
 The lamb and the flock dare not tread
 Among the blackest tombs we wander
 For we drink of the Devil's wine
 And utter the tongue of the dead
 To speak their words we must slit our throats
 To know their gaze we must carve our eyes
 Their malice is the vomit that rains upon
 The urine-soaked cathedrals of man
 Deny the father
 Deny the son
 And cleave the throats of the pious ones