When I stand upon my altar Resplendent in profane glory I shall care not for the maggots squirming beneath me Now squirm, you will squirm maggot, you will squirm Your pathetic shells will crack Under the weight of agony In the shadow of the blackest spire In the deepest circle, the bend A knee, a back, desperate supplication They could never imagine such pain as this Squirm beneath me, I care not Your pathetic shells will crack Their screams echo in the void And they echo with mine The false ring of sacrament They howl and I howl with them My lord, hear us Free us from this scalding cell My lord, hear us Save us from this unending hell Oh lord, hear me I suffer in this pit as well My lord, hear me I ring truer than deaths keen kneel Your pathetic shells will crack Under the weight of agony In the shadow of the blackest spire In the deepest circle, they bend They bend They bend Squirm beneath me, I care not Beckoning a darkness you all have ushered The only reality is pain I want you all to suffer as I have suffered I want you all to suffer Suffer Suffer Suffer Suffer
squirm, suffer, bend, pathetic, lord