Uh!
The chapel is there, ripe for blasphemy
Inner dormant satanist, iconoclasm abound
Once again the priest is messing, us evil swine knock down the door
Impaling him upon the cross, for this I’ll go to hell for sure
Unholy rites invoked on this night
The dreaded blood
The verger is hung from the bell tower, he makes it chime
Depiction of Christ torn to shreds
Invert the cross
Fill the chalice with priests blood, drink it, be a man
For this I’ll go to hell for sure!
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023