Surrounded by filth
Milking the life from my every pore
Visions of smoldering limbs
Bodies ground to gory wonder
I smell their pain
And wield my torch again
Every ounce of hope
I drain from their tears
Mesmerized in bloody frenzy
I cleanse the world of worthless offal
Tenderly my tortures wax
Like the orb whose light I thrive beneath
A calendar of screams
I see the last of them succumb
The world�s final breath
My great work fulfilled
I wipe my brow and pierce the throat
Mighty father, I come to you
