Whore of Bethlehem - Archgoat

Filth spewing from my grain

Like locusts blackening the sky

They praise my excrement

They call him their saviour

Kings have served me

Drank their wine of Satan

The Tainted gift of Samael

I am the Whore of Bethlehem

THEIR HANDS HAVE FILCHED HER TEMPLE

MARBLE HAS CHANGED TO OBSIDIAN

THEY CALL HIM THE SON OF GOD

I CALL HIM THE SON OF 1000 MEN

Born from the flesh and blood

Result of Debauchery

Son of Sadomatic Arts

From depths of my whore’s cunt