Unholy Sacrament

Struck by poison bolts of lightning straight from ancient heathen chants Rotting slightly forgotten quietly in death's moderate circumstance Creeping under where the thunder kills the Earth, not by chance Dreams are feeding what is bleeding from our own malevolence Unholy Sacrament Menace sewn the muted throne one together in reverence Make to fit with tenants slit, feet nailed in advance An empty face takes up the spaces of the holy benevolence A fire grows between their toes, an overthrow of sacrament Unholy Sacrament