The Father of Serpents - The Flesh Altar lyrics

Basement temple, you and I, The one-man cult, and flesh altar. In sacred ritual help me, To set both of our spirits free. My wand – a long and rusty blade, A grimoire’s role – my mind will take, No need for incense, smell of blood Will cover everything we got. So we begin, As wand opens first gate, With each incision, One of my chains break. No dying yet, The gates are just first part, In ritual, You are my form of art. So hard, not to give in, With this wand keep going deeper, Words of anger on my mind, No no, you must still remain alive. Now witness your last moment of vision, For now it’s gone, with two swift incisions. In your screams, I feel more and more free, Strong pull and cut, and now you’ll never speak. My wand – a long and rusty blade, A grimoire’s spells – from my mind incarnate, No need for incense, smell of blood Already covered everything we got. Now that I’m free, the trance is overtaking, No longer care, if this is art I’m making; No longer care, how long you will survive; The more you die, the more I feel alive! Basement temple, you and I, The one man cult, and dead altar, Through sacred ritual I’m free, From all the chains, the past you put on me.