Heresy Act Two - Christian Death

False Christ’s

And prophets rise

Woe unto them

Thus the smoke from thy dumb throat

Shall hold your tongue

Get thee behind me

Blood shall mix

With the virgins of the church

And this black amour

Our sheets drip of mortal sin

Dear god allow me

To show gratitude

Let the foreskin begin

This Is Heresy

You self righteous priests

Vomit at my feet

Take ye heed brother

Down down into the smoke

There are false teachers among Thee

Lord how long shall they reproach

Receive ye the Holy Ghost

This Is Heresy

The custom of women

Is upon me

Grasp thee by the legs

Like stems of roses in the hand

This Is Heresy

This Is Heresy

Kneeling believers

With poisoned weapons at hand

Silence reigns about the dawn

As they slit thy dumb throat

With emblazened eyes

I feel the death

With whom I’m wed

Life is my adultreress

Forever undead