Xasthur

A sermon in the name of death

Xasthur
A sermon in the name of death

Ceremonies and worship inverted by suicidal mass
Palace of praise and light, death and blood becomes its memory Taking its place, you can feel god's disgrace.
By a sermon preaching death to the dying
Scattered hateful thoughts,
Pieces of brains hang from the cross it stains.
Poisonous grail, rewritten books,
I lead you to fail
Helping you sleep. Lost in your sleep, never to awake.
May your void become as deep as my hate!

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