Pillage the Altar letra

Pillage the Altar
Treacherous blasphemy they called it.
Poetry it was.
No option; altar goes.
Spilling the holy muck-savage's trinkets.
They are dead,
Because their heads were chopped off.
Frittering their insect lives
Worshipping the whores that gave birth
To them.
One hundred gold pieces I would give
To see the Archbishop's floundering despair
As he wrestles with total incomprehension.
His Beautiful Church,
Is a tattered shit-pile.

Ogre (Irl) - Letras

• Awkward Chimes
• Banquet of the Pigs
• Beast from the Dungeon
• Consult the Midget
• Dark Robed Preacher
• Drowning Twit
• Filthy Old Man
• Grind Crusher
• Inbred Bishop, The Son of the Horse
• Leg Cutter
• Little Boy, Scream
• March to Haitus
• Minge Mites
• Morbid Brain
• Moxy Trollop
• Peasant Kill
• Pillage the Altar
• Valley of the Carcai