Void-womb splits open, birthing the anti-light Serpents of nothingness gnaw the sun’s last breath We carve inverted stars into the priest’s bleeding palms His holy water boils into a tide of death We feast on the marrow of divine deceit As the cosmos weeps its final defeat Drag the archangel from his crystal sky Shatter his wings with a hammer of obsidian night We fuck the virgin Mary’s rotting corpse Her holy womb now a tomb for our unholy spawn