Cryptopsy - Crown Of Horns

Capricornus Rex in tenebris I long to feel the dark caress Of your cloven hooves; I seek the loving warmth of your anus As I place my worshipful Lips about your teats. We hate, and so we gather By the light of the moon; The art of veneficium... This we learned from you... To make them grieve in their lord, Their redeemer in flames Fanned by the scorn of the children Who now curse his name. Sire of sin, You embody me Undivine... To you we congregate; None so vile, Your magnificent Crown of horns Inspires deeds maleficent. Destroy the parasite [x3], Destroy Jesus Christ. They'll crawl in their perdition, The righteous will be lost Where gutted angels lie fucked... Beneath the feunral cross; We'll dig them a mass grave soon, And bring to their knees Those who would have rescinded The laws of disease. "The children have turned", The cherubs wail, As anticross triumphs Where the cross has failed. Hell-spawned majesty, we eagerly Await the advent of the Next millennium When you will return with a swarm from Beyond to claim your carnal Lost dominion.