Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Foul Eucharist, artist - Nekroí Theoí. Album song Dead Gods, in the genre
Date of issue: 30.05.2019
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
The Foul Eucharist |
The innate instinct of God is to consume |
All He creates |
All He speaks into existence with His fetid breath |
Is to die and be devoured by soil |
The dead are consumed |
Excreted to feed the mangled pelt of the earth |
And consumed again |
In this endless cycle of death |
Adulation is extorted |
Praises are bled |
From the ever-crackling throats of a wheezing proletariat |
God ingests and creates in substitution |
All substitution degrading |
Ingested once more |
Our beautiful, serpentine god rests |
Coiled atop the universe |
Ouroboros of shit |
Crying out and striking as the infant does |
Crying and striking |
As the Holy Petulant Infant does |
Blessed are we, His children |
Inasmuch as the young crocodile is blessed to be the sustenance of its mother |
We, given in baptism to His holy saliva |
We, purified within His divine gut |
We, reborn, crawling from the profane yolk of His ebullient feces |
May the exalted stench of His afterbirth guide us into each others' arms |
As we cower beneath His ever-flowing tears |
Of Rage |
And Sulfur |
And Sewage |
O' Lord, all powerful and bankrupt of shame |
Whip our backs and take us into Your frail arms |
To chew our weeping faces |
To pass us back into the sour soil |
Again and again |
Forever |
There was only ever one design: Suffering |