A hollow altar
Hides on truth
Rotten like carrion
Silent it remains
Nothing is divine when a defiled child cries
Nothing is kind on the mind of the mighty who*e
Nothing is heard when a dead fetus is born
Nothing like god to save it all from its sins
Rank scent, early d**h, vultures stalk
In the house of god
Undead, holy embryo, small skeletons and dust
In the house of god
Holocaust of innocence, lustful delight
In the house of god