Come out of the circle! We weep for the terror in your eyes We disseminate our filth in the air We thirst for the rape of your mind We weep for the end of this aeon We weep for the weakness of your flesh We invite you to the cells of razor steel We hail from the bearing without name We weep for the end of this world Total abjection at the end of every path We shall awaken every sick thought you’ve dared to have You’ll beg for forgiveness, prostrate yourself and bare your throat Our satisfaction in subsuming all you are The air riots with sickness when we walk your plane Reality—fragile Turncoats and deviants offer prayers to our name See our mirror-face and despair Total abjection at the end of every path We shall awaken every sick thought you’ve dared to have You’ll beg for forgiveness, prostrate yourself and bare your throat Our satisfaction in subsuming all you are Come out of the circle! We weep for the terror in your eyes We disseminate our filth in the air We weep for the weakness of your flesh We invite you to the cells of razor steel The fever kingdoms, all the outside realms Bursting with mind-pus Lacerating chords from the scalpel choir Parasites in your mouth, cancer on your breath