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From the altar to life they come

From the vaults of the house of nuns

Living dead in the service of Yule

Empty sockets but staring at you

You seek salvation from the bottom of collection

But the coin merely clanks on the floor

No Christ, only orgies in his stead

Only doom, it’s the day of the dead

At hells chapel, a mass is on

For death and beyond

Nightmares in the church

Out of life, out of god, 666 kill

Once every year, the dead will seek revenge

On the joyousness of living, a thirst now theirs to quench

Come to me...

Walking across the pews soaked in blood

The devil’s work in the house of god

The sermon's on but no words to be said

The verses echo reversed within your head

Only froth in the stead of the wine

Only faeces for sacramental bread

Down your chin they now morbidly spread

On your bones now freed from your flesh