Reckoning Of The Soul Made Godless - Goatwhore

Memory of these blood stained faces

In the darkest corners of primeval wisdom

She lays awaiting the masters of faith

Mistreated actions take form, in an outlet to avenge this rage

Drowning within the spiral of this hellish plane

A naked body layered with sigils of this summoning

These preaching altars transformed for consecration

Like blood and fire

In the sacred sacrifice of Satan

I hail the blood stained horns

The goat of a thousand young

Clandestine episode of inflicting torture

On the self to culminate the powers of evil

An urge to take lives in these sadistic ways

Reflection of horrific gaze

Frozen with blurred visions

Trembled lips beg in whispers

To represent the force of this offering

Convert the virgin essence

In offers of rape to the black goat

Sanctified gestures of the perverse

Attained in the source of anointing the god of fire

My name is spoken

Echoing through the void

Disciples of the damned

March into the fires

Treacherous disciples

That brand the names of hell across virgin skin

Forcing a trauma that induces this demonic hallucination

Bleeding soul of the virgin whore

Swallowed in the storms of flesh

A rising dawn of cruelty

Awaken the impure

Perception of the deviant, to the judges of mankind

Slashing her wrists and arms, in hell their hearts lie

This proof of devotion

It had death’s face

Anticipate the cry of a hundred prayers for the release of pain

This eve of lucid conjuring

Defiled notion of praise

Fatten the beast with her flesh

Her screams are unheard, except for the dead

Adorn this whore of god with horns

Screaming fury of eternal escape

Conceptual journey to seek the birth of evil

Arouse her fury in various states of amputation

Crawling epidemic in quiet confines

This falsified concubine of the heavens