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1. The King

The church tower has bent

I'm standing before you stretched

Your bloody spittle you've squirted into me

like a drop of poison, how i feel

I wish my release

My decomposed body

trembles on your altar

My red liquid

starts to run

I can't get rid of you

My blood is flowing in your mouth forever

Everlasting failure - I should go

Guarding my wound opened

you protect your living nourishment

I taste your body

feeling the bitterness of your spittle

I bless and adore you

Darkness