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Come sordor – gather

Scorn purity forever

Revel in degradation, soiled souls

Doused flesh bleeding

Putrid openings torpifying

Muculent bodies

Frenzied orgy

Saturated by the seed of Bacterium

Corruption on the wind

Filth driven to sin

The soul is vomited

Suicide thus wins

Removed to a realm beyond the surd

Yet ever within

Hatred drives one from the human

Toward life’s end

Cling to personality

The death mask

Exchanging truth for sanity

The mind’s task

Psyche – a puzzle to you

Fragments of the orthodox

A god-head deemed pathetic

Impotent, and soon dead

Poisoned in Cess

Lust pestilent

Feculence

(Chorus)

I am the embodiment of maelstrom

You will not find reason in my way

I exist to bring forth chaos

My ecstasy, your suffering pain

Impurified!

There is no blood to wash off my filth

Germicide detoxification – rendered nil

There is no other tormentor in hell

We bare the lash to infect ourselves

Impurified!

(Repeat Chorus)

We have come to scorn the purity of this earth!

To burn its templates and scatter its ash!