Splenetic Sward

Turned into ash by the flames of self desire Soon neglect results in the eternal silence Swollen against the coffin's wall Nocturnal patience I paint my face with Christian blood Roast their souls on the embers of God! The invitation has been sent through infection Preparing for one last attempt of life Bitter fields Honor forth a vision of chaos Organic in its warfare Throw the corpses to the wolves Macabre perversion feeds thy weapons Your words of gospel bring no prosperity I stand in the devil's shadow Cold from his wings Swollen against the coffin's wall Numb from the cold Sore from the sudden travel Briefly cower in frustration Bitter fields