Tabernacling on Sulphur Lyrics

Eat from the Lamb
Drink from His wine
Vomit it and eat back your filth

Promulgate scourge
For the heretic
Bragging at the stake
Impaling your own chest

Sacrifical smoke
But no Passover is planned

Unleash the calf
From the poniard
Slain the Samaritan instead

Let him to bleed
Through the arcades
To the Holy of Holies' veil

Be him our scapegoat
Our we've sinned well
As Abraham has shown us

And when the east coming kings
Offer their tributes
We shall desire their gold
Further than the Grace made flesh

We
A pantheon of salt idols
Exposed as sovereigns
On the canopy above the King

A purulent clergy cradled
By the same hands
That violated angels' maidenhead

Freeing our souls
From disfigured faith
We would marvel
One step from the abyss away

Not adoring God
But piling our wealths
To become like bruises
On the Messiah's ribs

In a Rosh Chodesh wrought
By the rustling of the censer
And the sputtering of the Menorah
That the priests of Cham
Handled with such disdain

How could that not be
Worse than the ninth day of the Av?

How could we fight them
And keep being foetuses
Suckling the pus leaked from the teats
That they baptized as "Tithe"?

Now eat from a rotten lamb
Taste the miracles
Made by its worms

Oh
Shall we, fool and mad
Suppose that we have sinned?
Shall the truth bleed
Our endless arrogance
And shake the sumptuous pillars
That we have raised
To keep our linen tunics
Above the pleb's stench?

May El Shaddai
May the Living God
Be late on bringing the Day
When He shall spew us out
From His presence
We, sacrificers and offerors of ashimas

We...
Tabernacling on sulphur

Moabites, sons of Loth
Servants of Chemosh
Who are we to commune
With the martyrs at the halls of Lord?

Yet, we will not commune above them