A Fertile Altar

The dread of night manifests in me
I am the teeth in the mouth of eternity
Driven by a cyclical will
The Order demands that blood must spill

Upon my altar, the flesh is mass-produced
One singular obsession: Disfigurement of youth
Pray to the terror of my name

For I am God in the eyes of your family
They have surrendered your flesh unto me

My copious offspring: Salvation to the world
The vibrance of a vessel filled with the seed
The seed of a prophet, celestial bound

Lay your body before your Lord and King
Hallowed is the nature of my blasphemy
A cold slab blessed by God Himself
An altar of fruitful creation
Built by your father’s hands!

The decaying rites of our fathers
Spring forth into a new world age
Inside I know I am the chief of all sinners

Upon my altar, the flesh is mass-produced
One singular obsession: Disfigurement of youth
Pray to the terror of my name
And pray to the truth!