Rabid the faithless elect, chosen of God, heart of the flame
Soldiers of emptiness flee from the light, enter the blaze
Empty of thought, empty of promise, empty of name
Empty of knowledge, formless and shapeless, offering praise

An offering of flesh to a worthless god
Savage and rapt, ravaging teeth
Knowledge for blood, severed unclean
An idol under Aaron's rod
Gathering up, clamoring down
Crosses erect, dissidents drowned

Propagation, this flight of severed wings
Veneration of whom the angels sing
Devastation; this blight to them we bring
(Your temple below calls the soul into splendor)
Nucleation; renew the final things
(Your venomous heart bleeds a poison horrendous)

Flesh is the weapon, soul is the spark
Tenebrous trembling, bestial mark
Flesh is the holy, soul is the lame
Venomous worship, truth is disclaimed

Twelve black hearts in the temple of God
Gathering up with centripetal force
Twelve black lanterns hung in the morgue
Never to hallow always to mourn

The dust a last remnant of the holy places within our minds and hearts, we rebuild, towering scaffolds hung with skulls and viscera, their shadows sprawl in perverse shapes, grotesque and pungent, trembling at the peal of the bells, ringing to the depths, calling the world to evil.

Rest assured that you yet remain of some worth to them. Put your back into it and bend your knees for the copper.

And when the last light is finally gone, we tread on ice towards God, hoping to revive what's lost.