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