The Altar - Cartilage

Dead people in your body bags

Rotten prepared for the ritual

Rancide meat dripping of liquefied flesh

Ideal material for the sacrifice

On your altar built of gave stones and human bones

Intercourse whith purulent remains

Ejaculate to spice the gift

Plastic bag full of genitals

Severed to pleased your carnal god

The altar

What ambition drives the mortal

But ambition itself

Your ambition is to kill

For your own god

Ruptured giblets full of flies

Decomposed parts upon the altar

Purified but only when putrified

You feed your god, through your mouth

Miko «lead»

The altar of angel fallen

You live for it, and it lives through you

Twisted religion based on pus and blood

To please the insane god of putridity