Altars of Blood - Thorium

Voices command

Distorted and sick

Brain goes numb in the poisoned air

Screwed by pigs, stripped and mutilated

Squal like pigs, as blood runs

Knife twisted in the moulding flesh

As the altars turn blood-red

The creatures, the holy trinity

Eternally torn apart

A yellow blood in jected mass

Hypocrites

So it’s the vision of Gfod?

Cast the blood of the mortals and slice their guts on the holy, stinking

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