Branding The Peon

As the iron cross melts deep

Unto the flesh of the boy

Arcane stench of burning skin

Arouses the phallic demands

Barefoot beggar, son of Mary

Another pest nailed to the cross

Defecated bishops caress

Their bibles and regalia

A monument covered with cum

Mocks the assassination

As the iron cross melts deep

Unto the flesh of the boy

Arcane stench of burning skin

Arouses the phallic demands

I witness bestiality

I begin to expectorate

I respect the occult insignia

I am branding the peon

A hunting prize for the plunderer

No martyr for the chosen sheep

Barefoot beggar, son of Mary

Another pest nailed to the cross

Defecated bishops caress

Their bibles and regalia

A monument covered with cum

Mocks the assassination

I witness bestiality

I begin to expectorate

I respect the occult insignia

I am branding the peon