Crown of Horns - Cryptopsy

Capricornus Rex in tenebris

I long to feel the dark caress

Of your cloven hooves;

I seek the loving warmth of your anus

As I place my worshipful

Lips about your teats

We hate, and so we gather

By the light of the moon;

The art of veneficium…

This we learned from you…

To make them grieve in their lord

Their redeemer in flames

Fanned by the scorn of the children

Who now curse his name

Sire of sin

You embody me

Undivine…

To you we congregate;

None so vile

Your magnificent

Crown of horns

Inspires deeds maleficent

Destroy the parasite

Destroy Jesus Christ

They’ll crawl in their perdition

The righteous will be lost

Where gutted angels lie fucked…

Beneath the funeral cross;

We’ll dig them a mass grave soon

And bring to their knees

Those who would have rescinded

The laws of disease

«The children have turned»

The cherubs wail

As anticross triumphs

Where the cross has failed

Hell-spawned majesty, we eagerly

Await the advent of the

Next millennium

When you will return with a swarm from

Beyond to claim your carnal

Lost dominion