Myth once told of an earth born King; 
liturgic bind of spirit and flesh 
And so it is parable to those with strength; 
The gallant psalms and pageantry are lost in space! 

Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper 
Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper 

At the table bread was broken 
Crimson contract proffer swill 
Gather friends and good disciples 
To witness figment tales... 

No rewards with natural treasures 
But with sickly suffering; 
And our Kingdom doth be paradise 
void of pleasantries! 

Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper 
Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper 

Myth again told of that earth born pig! 
Barking abjuration whilst hammered to the wood 
And so if stays parable to hearts with strength 
As we sleep in [bad word] in our [bad word] on earth! 

"As the [bad word] crows thrice I'll be denied, 
forsworn by one of you. 
And for the sake of prophecy, 
summoned to my lot." 

By blood... Resurrection? 
By body... Redemption? 
By God... Domination? 
By Pilate... [bad word]  

"As the [bad word] crows thrice I'll be denied, 
forsworn by one of you. 
And for the sake of prophecy, 
summoned to my lot." 

By blood... Resurrection? 
By body... Redemption? 
By God... Domination? 
By Pilate... [bad word]