Tekster: Goatwhore. Wear These Scars Of Testimony.

Innocence inscribed in this crudeness of rites
Wounds worn by the heretics of light
Creation of hell-bound life
Thrill of this inversion
Majesty of leviathan
Ambitious within hell
Faultered with endless worship of neglect
Renounce this life in pain
Transform this intense self-allegiance with marks of descent
Seen through eyes of blasphemy
This soul will become one with the blade
This wake in testimonial acceptance of life?s end
I am the doorway that opens unto the path of darkness
Drowning skin with ancient beliefs of selfless deceit
The hour of death is at hand
The sixth lock is opened
Engage this justice with streams of lifeless reject
This internal embrace within the confines of blood
Winds of stench upon this plain of the righteous
Whispering into the ears of deaf perversions
These chains of the undivine held by the right hand of the devil
To achieve this revelation of the self mutilated
The day that calls for mercy is denied with scorn of hate
Voices fall within the ghost of all memory
Engulf this lost soul in downfall of personal faith
Attained in violence
Eternal
Prodigy of the four will be unleashed
Through arteries of agony?s reign
Malevolence is endured within cycles of written resurrection
These wounds vomit the vital fluid that will raise the curse of blasphemy
The air filled lungs of this offering are inhaled by carrion
Extraction in bleeding this loss
A scar that remains nameless is forged
Nocturnal in binding with this descent
Exchanging of fluid with hate
These channels of life now fade
Dead young from Judea will rise
Invoking this crudeness
This mark of Lucifer
Grasp of achieving
This comfort of entrance to hell
Seething blade savior
In this kiss of failure
Sinking below
Restraint of dark walls so I am confined