I um alu super
I um alu super
I um alu super
I um alu super
The feast
Of blood
Is for
The dead

Damnos putes viscus
Damnos putes viscus
Damnos putes viscus
Damnos putes viscus
The stench
Of death
Your god
Will fall

The evil one
He came to me
He grasped my heart
And let it bleed
Tore the flesh
From my brain
Filled the cup
Then we drank

Bathed in blood
There we played
Raised a cross
Began to pray
Cross the void
Of the abyss
Erect a world
Of holine

The illusion shattered
Light decayed
Encompasses you in a putrid state of life
The parasitic
Larval remains
The host that fed upon your dying thoughts

You held the holy cross
Then cursed the god you lost

The holy church
Praised so great
Twisted and con

Toxic decay
Violent determination
Slaughtering all in vain
The faces rot and bleed
Mutilated death i call
Its ruling hand supreme
Consummate the blood i hunger
Rotted flesh from the bones, it falls

Awakening from holy slumber
The priest shall call the dead