The Black Rite
 [bad word] built for life's endurance
Devised to save what is left to save in this [bad word] world
Safeguarding your unspeakable deeds
Merely to forward your sickening needs
With your steady hand of doom
Uncreation of this boon

Hands devoid of willing control
Violence in the mind is taking a hold
Unable to cease the action
Disturbing revelations beyond infractions

Of the [bad word] our hope
For him it means an unbroken rope
Unheeded goes the final warning
Dark science to be his undoing

fateful night
Endeavour [bad word] the rite
Vile changes
toward the unknown we go

Mischief in the highest levels
fire ablaze in their eyes
Hatred is their fuel
for this lifelong [bad word] 
The dawn is rising [bad word]  a dark shining
Science and the end of days
Bring about a crooked haze

Faint is the level of knowledge
Aspire to reach a volatile hold
Rising of the resistance
call misinformed and people misled

And now the light of day
Reaches down through the rain
In so, it paves the way
red carpet for an enduring pain

And now the blight of gray
Reaches you through the pain
In so, it paves the way
blackened rite for a decaying day

"In darkness we floated out of control"
[bad word] now coursing in their veins
They praise the creator for making it happen
And he smiles, laughing at their obliviousness