A ceiling of grey snow like ashes looms above, dominates Faceless patriarch, hungry for the sweet scent of our offering To quench the beast's thirst, the ram we bleed Shovelfuls of carrion to the flames we feed Return the gift of life with Death to appease Salvation for he who glorifies, honors, and pleases Grey father Bless us and accept this sacrifice Grey father I bring my prayer before thee Nourish the furnace to prevent the collapse of the fabric of truth The air all around Thick with human dust, swallows the screams of horror Gathered in reverence The gas mask wearing priests behold the gracious feast Return the gift of life with Death to appease Salvation for he who glorifies, honors, and pleases Grey father Bless us and accept this sacrifice Grey father I bring my prayer before thee A ceiling of grey snow like ashes looms above, dominates Faceless patriarch, feeding off the sweet scent