Every movement is a testament to savage perfection
And may it only be spoken of once our roots have grown deep
Molten finger tips touch you in a manner most foul
Our intent will be misconstrued through the ages
But our purpose will never succumb to abandon
Now take this here messiah
They claimed that he walked on water
May your village perish as your entire family burns
The earth’s resin is our reward
May unfathomable depths be met with the ritual of consumption
These ways will passed on to undeserving blood
Feeble human minds not capable of receiving the purest of transmissions
Savage forethought
Executed with precision
Burn
These ways will be passed on to undeserving blood
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