The Old Worship Of Pain

Old worship of pain, cager to be maimed
Moral taints the life, strangled bows mankind
Bodies growing sick, celebrate the weak
Stained souls to redeem, industry of sins

Cross, man's creation
Sacrifice, savage self-mutilation
Man, self-negation
Serve the pain reaching the end

Laws, banned desires
Shame and guilt nurturing self-denial
Rules feed the fire
Lust to kill, bodies to expand

Sympathy with pain
Inner beast restrained
Empty bodies faith to humiliate

Grains of sand like twisting knives
The countdown marks the lives
A dead will spins the wheel, hourglass fills

Grains of sand eager to fall
The pile of dung grows more
Stench like fire burns, hourglass turns

Nails thrust deep in the ground
Hammer strikes unbound
Blows like falling rain
Enjoying the pain

Steep the path, reaching its end
Altars brand the land
Bare feet taste the shards
Meaningless scars