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!