An Acolyte of Her Temple Lyrics

An acolyte of her celestial temple
A follower of her deathless axiom
She is the law as she is the order
For she transmutes chaos to fodder
Immaculate is her vast embrace
So that calamity may stand no chance
The penance of her vital darkness
Manifests as the surrender to madness

In my unspoken stalwart fane
Her soothing method makes me sane
My flesh unworthy my blood begrimed
With her approval they may yet subside
Through her power my dismay and dejection
I find the nostrum to treat this imperfection
For her essence is one of steel purity
It drains my soul of senseless insecurity

(Maker) Grand maker
(Solvent) Solvent sun
(Devoid) Scope devoid
(Anthro) Anthropoid

Blood thicker than water
Lust stronger than will
Shame has been removed
Vice it remains still
She mends lowliness
Dolor nothingness
She reels holiness
Torment worthlessness

Procreate the space and time
Remove all trace of entropy
Oil the cogs and bolts of the clock
Sew in place the threads of reality

Still the flames are consuming the soul
The weakness of my feeble matter
It's fires kindle when I hear her whisper
My charred marrow served on a platter
Oh how the devilment stirs in me
I see the same in her stellar eyes
Something tells me it will end up in flames
My devotion shall be my demise

She the great mechanic
Works tirelessly at her throne
But as I've peered into her secrets
I found many a cause for pain

The horror
The horror
The horror
The horror