swine of the cross lyrics – cultus sanguine

man-made doom bled death from the sky;
to all but a few, salvation was denied
«heavenly father, son and holy ghost,
save your servants (those of us who aren’t toast)»

the not-yet-dead discovered that to be
a nuclear family means a whole new thing;
all-too-trusting shambling pseudomorphs
put their trust in a man of the cloth

make them hate you, rotting cleric…
remember, you are pu of my loins, you are pus

give voice to your left side, let me in:
i’ve sawn the seeds of your redemption;
in subhumanicide, i am your guide:
seventy-seven times make them die

the sun is shining on a brand new day
blackened corpses smolder where they slain;
self-flagellation prompts him to confess:
«bless me father, for i made this mess»

immolation meant to purify sin wracked souls
let diseased bodies die; survivors twice lost:
betrayed in fire, by the swine of the cross

/ cultus sanguine lyrics