Harlot Flesh Lyrics

Corrupt tree - Apostate!
Taste from thine fruit I shall
Malignant effgy, schemer of dreams,
Purger of restraint, adornment of the wicked
I adore Thee!

As the maggot grows in carrion
So shalt my brood from thee -
Blood shall fow freely to thine roots
May your branches be where the Serpent dwells
Foundations set ablaze, crumbling their world

The pyres remain from before!
Unsettling whispers echo deep from the well
Whose waters we’ll drain; wasted upon His desert
Sinking further - akin to each step
Their prophets took
Toward death