Serpent Sermon

Sweet torrents of Death Oh engulfing ruin Every fall is a soul ... for Belial In sinless guilt rushing Blasts of yokeless glory To and fro - Red ascension Collecting souls ... for Belial ... for Belial And as our voice uncovers Another soul to the st

And I listened and I heard... The colour of blood And I beheld and I saw... The voice of the Lord Sweeping over the masses Removing the cover from the fierce mouths of a new Plague Swiftly turning our cities into still graves Messianic Pestilence And

Our mastema is vast - even in the house of God Ever present - within and so without Reversed life-force channeled into prayers of blame and fork-tongued glory Guileless doctrine turned - into teachings on how to love The Lie on how to love The Lie Ps