Scour - Invoke

The hour is late…
It took wielding blunted knives...
And still they butchered on...
It took every single strike…
To kill the god-like dog…
(The) mauled body stabbed to life...
Abhorrent theory of snuff...
Plundered and raped, left for decay…
Fractured, dismembered rack…
The hour was late…
The frozen sway of fate…
The time had come for blades to drop…
Blades to rip through wrists & pulse…
All hail Satan!
Invoke the master's goat…
All hail Satan!
Be at one with a hell…
Give the body to Satan…
Luciferian blood…
Give the blood to evil…
Give the heart to a feast…
Give him/them your eyes…
The hour was late…
It took wielding blunted knives...
And still they butchered on...
It took every single life…
To feed the starving maw…