Feasting Angelcunts (Dead Congregation)

Trapped in this twisted Visionworld of yours You are the god and king (Incarnated in one) Deprive me the disgust of eyes For I have no mirror in your kingdom The fall is harder than ever Drowning in this river That never seems to end Gates of black open before me ...Undead I am no longer your son... I spit in your face The taste of my fury Angelcunt whores raped Your lifegift collapsed like blood in me And now this blasphemy is my offer