Undivine

Spawn of the shifting netherworld
Ancient mass of blackened will
Incarnate of filth
It's touch consuming

To fill the body with evil
To fill the body with cold
How I desire the touch of nothingness

To erase me from all that exists
To free me from all being
How I desire to hear the squirming of its parasites
To feel the sharpened feathers lacerating my skin

Awaken the beings that speak with the dead
It is a grand process of undivine kinship

Titans walk in the place of birth
Ancient mass of blackened will
Incarnate of filth

Praise the beast!
I'll fast for 40 nights
Spill my blood, altar prepared
A feast of carnage