Voices command
Distorted and sick
Brain goes numb in the poisoned air
Screwed by pigs, stripped and mutilated
Squal like pigs, as blood runs
Knife twisted in the moulding flesh
As the altars turn blood-red
The creatures, the holy trinity
Eternally torn apart
A yellow blood in jected mass
Hypocrites
So it's the vision of Gfod?
Cast the blood of the mortals and slice their guts on the holy, stinking
Altars