Hour of Penance - The Cannibal Gods

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My sworn enemies upon whom I will tread
With scorn and despise and disdain
Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us
Their shameful souls I will devour in pain
Thirsty — blood spilt on my reign
This world soaked with fear, demise
The earth is covered in scars
Desolation
I shall recognize each torn corpse immolated
For I will decide a ritual knife
Secretly severing every bone
They shall become the square shaped sacrifice
The flesh pyramid upon which I’ll call my new gods
Sacrifice — dead are piled
Prepare and incision on the cervical vertebra
Check the gusts — Check the stars
Thrusting a nail through the ocular orbit
Cross their arms — Wait the dawn
Cut the third finger in the handoff the seventh dead
Say the world — She your blood
Offer the flesh to honor the cannibal gods
Ferte Mortem
Ferte Mortem
Servi me — Servi me — Servi me — Servi me
Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us
Their shameful souls I will devour in pain
Thirsty — blood spilt on my reign
This world soaked with fear, demise
The earth is covered in scars
Ferte Mortem
Ferte Mortem, fertote