Gone astray Numb and blind Within voracious paths Like it would be a matter of life and death Insatiable greed Just more and more Feeding the fire The fire of the cult Feast for the Pigs Buttress for the shrine Bow before the golden serpent Of the leading cult Hail the shimmering wealth Ascendance into slavery Pressure, greed and guilt Envy, malevolence and leeriness Backstabbing for more Silver and gold Leaders among the Leadingless Clinging to the ladders Enunciators of prosperity The prophets of annihilation Lifeless rotting Creeping to the shrine To worship and give yourself away To the refulgent demon Feeding the fire The fire of the cult Feast for the Pigs Buttress for the shrine Bow before the golden serpent Of the leading cult Hail the shimmering wealth Ascendance into slavery A gilded cenotaph Forever... Slaves of a lie Of Meaningless numbers Bound in silver chains Slobbering for more Though shall bath In fluid gold Your arrogant greed Shall be your grave Though shall bath In fluid gold Your arrogant greed Shall be your grave Forever... a gilded cenotaph