Coffin On Coffin

This could be the fortress of new hateBased on lustration, based on hateA lack of mind, a lack of senseUnfold the flag, symbol of knowledgeThe Antipriest of death, likes whales followedInto what's gaseous, into their graveif we must cleanse, so be itRoused, plaguesTribal instinct, need to killAltered in madness, the principle is pureTo survive is to eatWeak are we, blinded we seekCoffin on coffin, you'll beTorn apart, no rest in piecesScrutiny for purity, the flesh is all the sameBigger than life, closer to deathReform now conform nowMourn, for there will be no dawnInhale death's breath