Abominio Lyrics

Clutching, nuzzling at every contour of your being
Cutters and gashers are sizing up your skin

On the sacrificial stone about to be flayed
Held down, waiting your turn to get slayed

Plunging the razor-sharp obsidian dagger
Making the incision, now scarifying deeper

Scrape the skin off your back, as you let out a growl
Harvesting the blood in a half-skull bowl
The putrid stench of gore, sloshed on the wall
The augurer now wears your sliced husk as a shawl

Sharp flints' sweet carress on your disfigured body
Exuviated in a fiendish ceremony
Feel your every nerve scream out in the agony
Your scalp's excoriated and stripped violently

Wailing for hours, symphony of dismal moans
Still conscious as your flesh is cleaved from the bones
Your body's being dismantled, prepared for a feast
Your face worn as a mask by the heinous priest