Pillage the Altar Lyrics
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Album | Dark Filth(1994) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Death Metal,Grindcore |
Labels | Independent |
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9. Pillage the Altar (2:19)
Treacherous blasphemy they called it.
Poetry it was.
No option; altar goes.
Spilling the holy muck-savage's trinkets.
They are dead,
Because their heads were chopped off.
Frittering their insect lives
Worshipping the whores that gave birth
To them.
One hundred gold pieces I would give
To see the Archbishop's floundering despair
As he wrestles with total incomprehension.
His Beautiful Church,
Is a tattered shit-pile.
Poetry it was.
No option; altar goes.
Spilling the holy muck-savage's trinkets.
They are dead,
Because their heads were chopped off.
Frittering their insect lives
Worshipping the whores that gave birth
To them.
One hundred gold pieces I would give
To see the Archbishop's floundering despair
As he wrestles with total incomprehension.
His Beautiful Church,
Is a tattered shit-pile.
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- Chewed Giblet : Bass, Vocals
- John De Baptiste : Drums, Lyre, Mandolin, Effects
- Forthron the Evil : Guitars, Vocals
- St. Francis of Haitus : Keyboards, Effects