His Horned Holiness

TO THE HIGH CHOIR OF YOUR PAGAN DREAMS WE'LL GIVE
OH HIS HORNED HOLINESS
THE SHEEP OF YOUR FAIRY HOLY
TODAY THE WHORE TAKE US TO THE ALTAR
WHERE YOU IMMOLATED
TO OUR EARTHY MOCKERY
ALL LIFE THAT EVEN FOR A MOMENT SAW YOUR EVIL
OH VIRGEM!
EAT THEM ALL!
DELIGHT YOURSELVES IN THE FEAST OF IMPROBABLE
PLEASE YOURSELVES BEFORE THE SHREDDED SPECTACLE OF YOU IDOL
ENVY SOMEDAY ALL THE SPLENDOR
THAT IN A COLD NIGHT ARISE
BEFORE THE SHOCKED CROWD
THEY'RE MADE LIKE THIS
(FULL OF WILL BY THE PUTRID)
NOT TO ME YOU GIVE THE DARKNESS (BUT TO THEM)
TO THE DARKNESS THEY'RE SUBMISSIVE SERVANTS
THEY CLAIM FOR THEE HANGED IN THEIR HIGH CHOIRS
AND THE CRIES OF DEADS ECHOES

EVIL BECAME THEIR FLAG
WITH YOUR BLESS THEY FOLLOW ME AS SLEEPWALKERS
OH HORNY HOLINESS
PUTRID BY YOUR MYSTERIES

THE NOCTURNAL BIRDS
SING IN MY HONOUR
ODES THAT WERE COMPOSED IN THE DAWN OF LIFE
TO YOU REMAIN THE SPECTACLE OF YOUR SHEDDRED IDOL
REMAINS THE WHORE TEARS
AND A SON WHO EVERYBODY EATS IN PEACE…

OH SAINTS
OH MAN
PROMESS…DESILUSION…DREAM…