Lyrics The Altar - Cartilage

The Altar

Dead people in your body bags
Rotten prepared for the ritual
Rancide meat dripping of liquefied flesh
Ideal material for the sacrifice
On your altar built of gave stones and human bones
Intercourse whith purulent remains
Ejaculate to spice the gift
Plastic bag full of genitals
Severed to pleased your carnal god
The altar
What ambition drives the mortal
But ambition itself
Your ambition is to kill
For your own god
Ruptured giblets full of flies
Decomposed parts upon the altar
Purified but only when putrified
You feed your god, through your mouth
Miko «lead»
The altar of angel fallen
You live for it, and it lives through you
Twisted religion based on pus and blood
To please the insane god of putridity