Lyrics:

Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind
Robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them
I must now face the perfected madness that will eat me as I'm slowly turning into what I dread
Deprived of sight, my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness
Profane is the soul purpose here, I know it and still I let my inner steer me
I am becoming the infestation, now it's clear what I intend to do
As I reach the house of god I'll take and keep my price forever
Render my prey as I descend, render my prey
Web of cords stretched from heel to throat
With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard
The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come
Dragged out from his abode, a robe of the fallen now bestowed
Useless struggling for it's not my mind that drives my actions
It is clearly a non human authority
Candles of a thousand not lit by hands of man
In my blinded darkness, lights my depraved path
Where's my solace, this deed gave me no fractions of inner peace
Although I know I have him alive, a purpose I dear not quest for nor implement

Through serpent eyes I watch my hands do carnal damage as they hung him up
Swinging from the ceiling upside down
Render my prey as I descend, render my prey
Web of cords stretched from heel to throat
With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard
The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come