Black howling trumpets
Scatter the face in the fog
Taunts churn my fantasies forward
Laughing in the face of your god
These gnashing hymns
They yearn within
These fiendish chants enchant
Lifeless drone whispers
Conductor of your fallacies
Caress the open wound, writhing in torturous tendencies
These gnashing hymns, they yearn within
These fiendish chants incant
From the soil beneath your skin,
Extract the blight within
Consumption is communion
Embrace unholy reunion