Abysmal haste lays where statues of souls gaze
Breathe death, extinguish life
Only a hymn for the wicked lies
Dusk into darkness, I'll feed on your carcass
Savage impalement
Summon the spawn of your torment
Butchered, bleeding, seeping
My adornment
Sacrifice yourself to hate
This shall be your sin
Shattered, obsessing, possessing
My own torment
Sickened, hopeless, as the hymn goes
Stricken, broken, where the tomb grow
Proportion, distortion, where they might know
The hymn for the wicked plays on
