Incestuous Servitude Lyrics

Antecessor, come and carry us to Blackula
Send your winged beasts and riding goats
Over the churchyard to that deceiving meadow
Skewered from ass to mouth

"You'll not find your saviour's forgiveness
Beyond the gauntlet's blows
Children, keep your promise to me
Or you'll be bashed across the crossroads."

Our names and blood in his book of fire
Baptized in the butter of the witches
We erect a crumbling house of worship
Drunk on the spueing of our lord

Wined and dined at his table of stone
Beyond the psychedelic gate
The highest witches at his right hand
Lick the semen off his plate

Taking the form of man or woman
The master procreates his wives
Feeding off the last of his children
And their short incestuous lives
For this pleasurable servitude
Whose wrath do you fear more?
The beast, the father, or the witch finder
As you howl the sins of your lord