Whore Of Bethlehem (Archgoat)

Filth spewing from my grain Like locusts blackening the sky They praise my excrement They call him their saviour Kings have served me Drank their wine of Satan The Tainted gift of Samael I am the Whore of Bethlehem THEIR HANDS HAVE FILCHED HER TEMPLE MARBLE HAS CHANGED TO OBSIDIAN THEY CALL HIM THE SON OF GOD I CALL HIM THE SON OF 1000 MEN Born from the flesh and blood Result of Debauchery Son of Sadomatic Arts From depths of my whore's cu