CREED OF THE PRIESTHOOD

Through the twisted unending
Passages, of a Hell so
Dark and deep comes up a cry
For salvation.
A Lord of Vision Unknown
Sweeps across his eternal
Domain. Every scream a promise
Of more to come.
And they come to His alter
To worship the suffering
Divine - a congregation
Of lost souls.
Church of the bleeding incision
Spreads wide it's black gates to those
Enchanted by his words of
Honey and Blood.
Timeless is the fight at hand
Through the twisted unending
Alteration of flesh comes
Enlightenment.