Self-Anointed God Lyrics


The lungs from within the ancient mother

are cut by the infant within her vital womb

As the mother bleeds and suffocates,

her body becomes the infants tomb

A rotting mausoleum

Better had this parasite

never been conceived

this thing that eats the very life

from which it was received

Never has there been alive

one so ripe for death

Never has one arrived

so perfectly grotesque

Hail to the self anointed god

who fell upon his sword of ignorance

hail, hail, hail.

Hail to the self anointed god