Disquisition of the Burning - Ophis

We are no one

We are legion

Chanting sermon from the vilest depths

Thousands voices spitting razors

May reverence be torn to shreds

Vessels of a darker truth

Flailed by stygian whips

Until she rots and lies stinking in the earth

Bind us !

Revocate us !

You know you can’t — for we are eternal

Evoke us, condemn us !

This whore is ours, she is our tool

We are endless, omnipersistent

We are your vindication

We are those who dwell within

Harbingers of vestal fears

Blurred mirrors

Cruel infliction

Contortion of the soul

Abhorrence in opulence

And the white sheets are full of stains

And the gowns are all torn

And the rosary lies ripped on the floor

Signs carved in vivid flesh

Revel in our hate

Hiding in the shade of our wings

And what would you do

If your saviour really came?

In your triumph you’d only vanquish yourselves

Your litanies — the true apostasy

We are those who dwell within