Cryptopsy - Benedictine Convulsions lyrics

An ominous disembowelment... The soothslayer is blinded, such is fate; Abomination to damn the eyes... For the righteous, a test of faith. "We thank thee lord, for this tribulation, We sing thy praises without end; No matter how rabid the oppressor, We shall not fail thee, though we pray for Strength." Ensnared in the web of the unjesus, The once-sacrosanct abbey is Besieged, With the braying of the Nightgoat, Benedictine friars convulse. Infernal visions flay their souls As their bodies contort and writhe... Capricornus nocturnum haunts them, From their torment springs its delight. Impaled on one of its many legs, A bug-eyed Mary gapes on in horror As her only son is chewed to bits By spiderchrist... She is flecked with gore. Caprine morturion leads the bones Of their departed brethren In the abbey's catacombs; When gargoyles vomit blood, The defunct will ascend To rend the mortal flesh Of the brothers of the good word, And make victims of their guts. Those who are left, Of god bereft Run amongst heads Suspended by threads. Crosses up-ended And frenzied blooshed For those who sought favour From their saviour. "I am messiah" The grand delusion To hell-wracked things, Revelation.