The yeasty froth of her pussy lips  Covered the body of the Tenderhearted  Never could the six-point star be trusted  Damnable heresies survive the epoch    The moisture built up between her legs  Gave welcome to the Satanchrist  Like veins, the nest of life was cut  The rainbow never appeareth above the throne    Fecal parturition, fecal parturition    Who breathes these ritual flames  Coughed up by the lungs of treachery?  Will the angels ever pacify our violence?  Apostles squeal at the sight of the lance    Who breathes these ritual flames  Coughed up by the lungs of treachery?  Jesus combed his scarlet hair while  Cum dripped from his tortured asshole    He was then led into the common hall  But never didst the ninth hour arrive  Quench all the fiery darts of the wicked  “Hossana to the Son of David”, spoke pig    Who breathes these ritual flames  Coughed up by the lungs of treachery?    Fecal parturition, fecal parturition  Hossana to the Son of David”, spoke pig