Speak in forked tongues
Heed the call of the perverted cross (unto dust)
Beckon to the scratching of their souls in the walls of hell
Throats hissing black at the bite of your love
Draw blood for the sacrament
The love of God will pour out of their veins
Flesh of the thousands
Black light bleeding
Bow or bleed
Eat your flesh
Know your God
Where is the love in a church full of blood?