LOCUST OF EVERYTHING

I won't stop until this whole world is a fucking funeral

With each apostate kneeling in their own blood

The flames have yet to taste the sapid flesh of vile creation

Their ashes fuel the starving mausoleum

Now feed the locust

On the milk of mother's vein

Now feed the locust

On the frails' despair and pain

The pen that scrawled my story

Inked in the blood of the sainted

Whose eyes stared vacant at the desecrated

Heresy now ambrosia

Perversion honey for the damned

Will weep from larval passage into the mouths of man

Now feed the locust

On the milk of mother's vein

Now feed the locust

On the frails' despair and pain

Let them fucking bleed

Bleed

Now feed the locust

On the milk of mother's vein

Now feed the locust

On the frails' despair and pain

Now feed the locust

On the milk of mother's vein

Now feed the locust

On the frails' despair and pain