Effigy Pariah کے بول

Failure of limbs putridity bursting From immediate decay son kills son Emblems clot stigma wounds once flourished beg For bread with crumbs of lowest flesh Thorns that breed dead genesis he who melts Upon his cross kept penance lifted alone on pedestals His soulless doctrine that withers away Pried tombs apart for tarnished beliefs disintegrate thy icons Faith through massacre grace From misery condemned for the higher purpose Carving the prayers onto their tongues Punctured slightly into greed Hark the coming of plagues ten all lepers pool And ooze into one on form as it is in spirit Exiled from the ghost itself letting bodies Rattle in the cage of brittle euphoria