Lyrics:

(Verse 1: Necro)
Before ligaments and fridges
The triple six digits religion
Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget
Was created by ancient midgets
My kamikaze cronies
Listening to Ozzy over Rick Rock's chords
During quasi religious ceremonies
I see what the owls see
Curse you into paralysis
Drinking blood from the chalice with Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt
Fuck thou shall not kill, do what thou wilt!
Scheming on Rosemary's baby in witches shrine
My cult'll leave you shocked like Polanksky in 69
Introduce you to hallucogenic narcotics
Baiting you with females rocking psychodelic bell-bottoms
Fu-Manchu in effect
Banging spoons like Uri Geller
Then I'll sharpen the ends
And juks you in the neck
67 stab wounds in the Lubyanka
Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerors

(Verse 2: Ill Bill)
Javel and dagger
Alter of death
Virgins with big breasts
Soldiers of morbid thoughts
Nuns indulging in incest
Bring me the goat, manipulating woman on dope
Kidnap the pope
Hang from the rope
And stabbed in the throat
I'll spill your blood in the name of Satan
And capture your soul
Author of sacrifice, use the Bible to bash in your skull
Master of the occult
Altars of madness
Step in my chapel of goons
My collection of scalpels and tools
And used for ritualistic and sadistic purposes
Cermonial death
Serving the ancient verses
Pazuzu possesses a sister
Masturbating in the monastery
She used the crucifix to pop her cherry
Perverted priests flirt with the deceased
The black mass is achieved
Shadowy figures joyfully dance with the beast
Hunger for human flesh, and sex the cannibals feast
Head of the jackal, six fingered hand is complete

(Verse 3: Goretex)
20 hits and the room melts
Get dosed with the black acid
Kidnappin your wife
Tape supporsitories in plastic
Candle smashing areolas
Cold as a bastard
Torn from a casket
Human flesh gets scorned to ashes
Pray to Satan like Jimmy Page
Take the stage of blood
Covers the followers
Bloods led by Miss Sadie Glutz
Cielo Drive from up in the hills
Californication in pills
Triple six engraved in your fucking gills
The real wifey
Made her eat the whole cake
Worship a ghost state
Puncture your throat with chunks of Colgate
Launching the craig
And cutting his throat on the first day
The surgeon of hate
I'm licensed to keep my nurses on K
Unwrapping the vague
Kevorkian, with dust in the J
Hell awaits, pussy
The podium, molest your remains
I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson
Original, delusional
Goons, we move through the system

(Verse 4: Mr.Hyde)
Enter the master witchdoctor
Evil emperor of my chance
Will anoint the dead
And poison heads
The brainwashing chant
I envision baptism
With satanic mechanisms
Each exorcism, leaves a deep flesh incision
My system of worship
Features bitches in skirts
I should repurify my prey
Before they're visciously murked
We're known impregnate and corrupt the average slut
Stab the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage from cups
Hide the leader of Ascension
Along with evil henchman
Puking down your throat, because your soul needed cleansing
Blood painted pentagrams
Engulfed by flames
Charcoal chunks of frames
We feast on monkey brains
Calmly cut you down your spine
Now we're chugging blood and wine
Choke and suffocate with twine
The fucking sufferin's divine
While the tranquilizer needles get stuck up in your arm
Sacrificial animals get abducted from the farm