The Cannibal Gods - Hour of Penance

My sworn enemies upon whom I will tread

With scorn and despise and disdain

Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us

Their shameful souls I will devour in pain

Thirsty — blood spilt on my reign

This world soaked with fear, demise

The earth is covered in scars

Desolation

I shall recognize each torn corpse immolated

For I will decide a ritual knife

Secretly severing every bone

They shall become the square shaped sacrifice

The flesh pyramid upon which I’ll call my new gods

Sacrifice — dead are piled

Prepare and incision on the cervical vertebra

Check the gusts — Check the stars

Thrusting a nail through the ocular orbit

Cross their arms — Wait the dawn

Cut the third finger in the handoff the seventh dead

Say the world — She your blood

Offer the flesh to honor the cannibal gods

Ferte Mortem

Ferte Mortem

Servi me — Servi me — Servi me — Servi me

Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us

Their shameful souls I will devour in pain

Thirsty — blood spilt on my reign

This world soaked with fear, demise

The earth is covered in scars

Ferte Mortem

Ferte Mortem, fertote