The Name Above All Names - Nekroí Theoí

Praise be to the Lord of the Firmament

Fuck the world as You see fit

Let the black waters ejaculate forth

Carry us away into another cull

All that is smote is a deserving victim

All that burns shall be blessed

Jehovah-M'Kaddesh

Purify us and rake us through the brine

Let the coals of Your Holy Indifference blister our iniquitous skin

That we may shed into the bright red of young nerves

That you may whip us into a new calloused holiness

Adonai

Direct us in your Holy Wars

Guide our hands as we cast down the reprobate and deviant

As we feed them to your putrid maw

Let your chains upon us extend beyond our wrists

To envelope the Earth

For Thou art the Word

And Thy Word shall be a violent storm to terraform your temple

Qanna

Forgive us our idols

Forgive us as we scramble to feed our bloated guts

Blessed be the famine You bestow upon us

That it may make us hunger for Your divine beating

Forgive us for our doubts

Forgive us for our blasphemous reason

Forgive our folly as we have looked to the stars and within ourselves

Jehovah Shammah

Thou art with us

As our shepherds prey on the flock in Your temples

Thou art with us

As our leaders take our surplus as their mortar

Thou art with us

As our sentinels slay the unpale

Thou art with us

As the men made in Your image rape the daughters of Eve

As the elders exonerate their own

As the masses mock and flay the violated

Thou art with us

All heresies against thee fall short in their assault

Proclamations of theodicy are rendered moot in their presuppositions

For all movements of Thy Hand are by their very nature Just

Each and every terror of this world is the Will of Jehovah

And thus is Righteous

We, in our pitiful depravity, genuflect before Your violent masturbations

As Your Holy Climax quakes the Earth

As the crust of Gomorrah swallows thousands

We are blessed

We offer our thanks to Thee

For it is meet and right so to do

I fall to my knees

In humility before Thy Mighty Fist

Begging for an affection I shall never earn

The embrace of You, my God

The suffocating coil around my walking coffin

Blot out all other lights

Profane and false are they

I seek only the light of the Fire in Thy Gut

I stare down the Gullet of Paradise

And such a light it is

Full of Holy Truths

Billions of bloated carcasses shall be the foundation of His Glory

Slain by sword, sickness, and His Holy Will

The Final Church is crowning

All shall be met by Your Infallible Sword

Holy is the Lamb

Perfect are His movements

Author of life

Author of genocide

One and the same

God of Devastation

Name Above All Names