Sulfur burns my eyes
Macabre visions dull my senses
I walk through the gate
Consuming my soul, cleansing the Pain of life
Orgies of deprivation, mutation
With the beast, born under the Morning star, hymns of the locust
Swarm turn to deafening screams Of unnatural lust, the smoke of Burning angels provide an incense Of grandiour, animated corpse like
Creatures vomit forth a black elixir of unlife,
I drink from the skull Goblet of Christ denied enter the paradise of pain.
I am home!