Rite Of Madness

The rites of madness
Sought way to holiness
Mad men with lust for death
Travelling with soiled corpses

Bite off its head
Still it shall live
Drain it from its blood
Still bounding its heart

Gather them from the waters
The river most sacred
Bloated and rotten is their flesh
Yet most lovely their taste

Covered in the ashes of the pyres
Clothed in garments of the dead
Solitary live in the horrid places
Avoided by the pure

Drunken and in ecstasy
Dances of insanity
Speak with the mouth of the gods
Alcohol and drug travel in the veins

Feasts of blood, urine and faces
Removal of the importance
Of that which is soon to pass
This all is but temporary

Murders and morbid rites
To be free from the circle
Journeying loathed, hated and feared
Transcending the borders of tradition