Lyrics Altars - Horrendous

Altars

Centuries accumulate, bearing witness to insipid confinement
Lungs fill with dogma, ashes bestowed by the holiest wars
The despicable cleric indulges his twisted fantasy
I shall not succumb to thee, purloined of power
I fill upon the altar with the wrath of a thousand tortured heretics
In a bestial possession to punish the minions of the lamb
We’ll feast on the flesh of the holy servants, a divine banquet to feed the
hungry
Drink their blood, a sacrifice to martyrs of reason and countless victims
In remembrance of those forgotten and banished to the fringe
Trampled to dirt and roasted like spoils of the hunt
The lamb breathes in his dynasty
Does he cower or gyrate in ecstasy, drunk on power?
Shall I kneel before the holy god of rape and war?
Shall I bow to the father of
irony?
To the son of insanity?
I shall kiss the goat