Branding The Peon
As the iron cross melts deep
Unto the flesh of the boy
Arcane stench of burning skin
Arouses the phallic demandsBarefoot beggar, son of Mary
Another pest nailed to the cross
Defecated bishops caress
Their bibles and regalia
A monument covered with cum
Mocks the assassinationAs the iron cross melts deep
Unto the flesh of the boy
Arcane stench of burning skin
Arouses the phallic demandsI witness bestiality
I begin to expectorateI respect the occult insignia
I am branding the peonA hunting prize for the plunderer
No martyr for the chosen sheepBarefoot beggar, son of Mary
Another pest nailed to the cross
Defecated bishops caress
Their bibles and regalia
A monument covered with cum
Mocks the assassinationI witness bestiality
I begin to expectorate
I respect the occult insigniaI am branding the peon