Carrion my name
For those who choose to mouth the curse
A tragic serenade
With Judas in my stride
The Gothic halls of
shame
Where statues coldly hold no worse
Than the murders I reclaim
From a dark, forsaken time
Kissing heaven, spent
He
wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
Wishing to repent
For the brute that ravaged free
In slight hands beauty
weeps
Conquests deep methodical screwing
Hurt repeatedly
Like the world wound at his feet
Dirge Inferno
As it is
written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
The past at last has come
A savage bit without
respite
Pervades the freezing air
This winter chill, grist for his mill
If tears of joy will blear elsewhere
And church bells
drown in the cracks of doom
The storms above us hew
As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues
Deflowering two by
two
Hissing, malcontent
He storms the skies on electric discharge
Pissing in contempt
On the effigies of the
weak
Killing all resolve
The great beast simmers, his scarlet women
Spit their vitriol
On the terrified face of
peace
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
Our past at
last has come
A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
Have locked to hasten blood
The moon disrobes, to harden droves
Of
legions pouring
These rivers press, his breath adorns
Senates and enemy seats
Whilst his power takes as ingratitude
The
writhing of the weak
Wormwood my name
The poisoned star that fell to earth
And blistered free of shame
In the pits of
self-rebirth
Now those caves become a farret
Overseeing endless barracks
As the waters turn to claret
And the Vatican satins
burn