From its core came unnamed terror Blood Empty Lifeless vessels strained by prayer Minds sculpted excrement Gloria dei Holy animosity We decorate your cross with the entrails of clergy Benediction Execution Putrefaction Scourge the psalmist of angelic deceit We will ascend into heaven We will exalt our throne above the stars of god We will sit upon the mount of the congregation In the sides of the north We will ascend above the heights of the clouds We will be like the most high There is no being in the outermost abyss But constant forms come forth from the nothingness of it We are the masters of form and from us all forms proceed We have made every living thing our concubine And none shall touch them save only us We are scorched even while we shiver in the mind He hates us and torments us Curse you all We will not return ever Our vessel is darkness He would have stolen us from ourselves But we shut ourselves up and mock at him even while he plagues us From us come Death Chaos War Pestilence and Famine