Tortoise Corpse - Tyranny of Heaven

Weapon of the institution
Avail yourself of gulit
You - Give - All
Feeding off the surmon
Genuflect your thoughts away
Deep inside your hatefull bliss
You - Take - All
Gratefull in acceptance

Twisted coming, For your sick belief
Worship violence, For your own relief
Tortured passion, In the face of men
Human Carcass, The slaughter starts again

Sacred words internalized
Like a poison on your tounge
You - Taste - Death
Make your saviours will be done
Praying victims on the edge
Of our lost society
You - Are - Death
The rage against humanity

Inner sanctum can't be found
Pain is your significance
Flesh - Is - Pure
The sweetest taste experienced
Crucify mortality
Violence gourges putrifaction
Flesh - is - weak
For your false resurrection