Lyrics
No charnel ditch of remains...
Left hand-folded, undisturbed, wrangled...
Transformed from object to subject...
Crowning, blinding mists of red...
Incisions discern tumulus throats bore...
Paws like human hands wielding nucleates of red...
Phenomenal attained non-restraint of shape-shifting...
Upheaved infatuation thrives on opposition...
Transformed from object to subject...
Crowning, blinding mists-of red...
Eat of the priestess meat...
(In the) shape of a rat...
Handprints will stain red...
(In the) shape of a rat...
Handprints will stain red...
(In the) shape of a rat...
Handprints will stain red...
(In the) shape of a rat...
Handprints will stain red...
Written by: Derek Engemann, Philip H. Anselmo