Post-Enlightenment Executor-Fleshgod Apocalypse

Hard and strenuous is the fate of whom In the void of his soul Searches something that he can＇t ever reach, cult Punishment for the masses Horrible hellish grief Infinite grinding anguish Corruption of the writs You must deny Once in the storm you＇ll be filled by the coils Of a mishearing rule of the unwise Lost in the haze of illusory prayers You are forced to inhale your despair, cult Prejudice made pretence segregation of the law Gorgons and preachers, pour themselves in deadly pits Shiver of an ultimate all-damnation in the storm Your impatience to reach an incoherence facing fear Samned by assentence to something unmerciful Full with pain of chocking obstinate and dreadful sins I devastate cults As the oracles lie I starve with my scorn Humiliating your failing god, Where I march I evage Exorcism of seed of madness is lost In the depths of your pain Morbid anthems of decaying purity, cult Indoctrination＇s striding Moves like a nemesis Intoxication crisis Rejected neurosis Destroy the wretched