A rise in purpose a heathen trek to purify decimate the virgin born Conceived in conspiracy a plot to destroy the bastard ov scorn Assembly ov seething heretics to spit in the face ov the feeble trinity March through the deserts with blistering feet all to end the divinity Shed the tears ov the newly risen son Mourn in sorrow as the darkness will eclipse the Sun Adorned in the feathers so guiltlessly ripped from angel wings The weeping ov lost souls sobbing lamenting in grief Mortum - Angelus - Dominus - Triumphant orgy ov death By the grace ov God we witness The Grand Feast ov the Flesh The festival ov the martyr that we ingest Feed upon the angel let us indulge as we confess This majestic affair ov a fallen lost soul possessed An invitation to the absolute as we honor our winged guest Mortum - Angelus - Dominus - Triumphant orgy ov death By the grace ov God we witness The Grand Feast Clutching a fistfull ov the cherub’s plum Ripping and tearing a cloud ov down fills the room The crippled and foul lay breathless, lifeless, motionless The feast ov the ages, a cry to the heavens ov hopelessness The last supper marks the first ov the grand feasts galas to come Break bread on the fallen raise our wine and sip from the martyrs grail Council ov feeding heretics spit out the bones ov the lifeless pawn The crimson shimmer ov bloodstained teeth we shall devour till it’s gone The festival ov the martyr that we ingest Feed upon the angel let us indulge as we confess This majestic affair ov a fallen lost soul possessed An invitation to the absolute as we honor our winged guest Mortum - Angelus - Dominus - Triumphant orgy ov death By the grace ov God we witness The Grand Feast ov the Flesh The mighty bows his head and pleads as the event proceeds A fallen soul is devoured Lord as a witness he weeps