Benedictine Convulsions

(albüm: None So Vile - 1996)

An ominous disembowelment...
The soothsayer is blinded, such is fate
Abomination to damn the eyes...
For the righteous, a test of faith

"We thank thee lord, for this tribulation
We sing thy praises without end
No matter how rabid the oppressor
We shall not fail thee, though we pray for strength"

Ensnared in the web of the unjesus
The once-sacrosanct abbey is besieged
With the braying of the nightgoat
Benedictine friars convulse

Infernal visions flay their souls
As their bodies contort and writhe...
Capricornus nocturnum haunts them
From their torment springs its delight

Impaled on one of its many legs
A bug-eyed Mary gapes on in horror
As her only son is chewed to bits
By spiderchrist... She is flecked with gore

Caprine morturion leads the bones
Of their departed brethren
In the abbey's catacombs
When gargoyles vomit blood
The defunct will ascend
To rend the mortal flesh
Of the brothers of the good word
And make victims of their guts

Those who are left
Of god bereft
Run amongst heads
Suspended by threads

Crosses up-ended
And frenzied bloodshed
For those who sought favour
From their saviour

"I am messiah"
The grand delusion
To hell-wracked things
Revelation