Xasthur - Unblessed Be lyrics

We strike as wolves from the thickening fog To exalt our throne ove the stars of God Lowly holy goats bare the brunt Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells That smell of blessed c*nt Like a convent where crosses rust From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun There where deeper needs are begged of lust And cess and less impress enough Obtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, Anger And d**h's tunnel vision Bad thing in collision The locking of eyes and jagged antler...