Next Religion — текст песни (Gortician)

Waters of oblivion
Raining down terror
Mausoleum of your fears
Preying on your horror

Your faith I demand
I expect no less
Sacrosanct command
Your obedience I bless

Author of sedition
I am the next religion

Obscurity a shroud
I use to cloak myself in
Conjuring up images
To define your sins

The pettiness of your idolization
I laugh at your transgressions
Primal need for deification
I am your obsession

God of war, God of the blind
I am the god, in your mind

Bringer of wisdom
I am the next religion

Cellar of Horror

An innocent victim, it`s easy to pick them
A young girl out walking alone
I prowl the streets nightly
So lock your doors tightly
It`s best to just stay in your home
Cruising by slowly, you might even know me
Our next meeting will be your last
Your pretty young pout, as I knock you out
Tonight I am ending my fast

Pure and unspoiled, I`ve troubled and toiled
Over how to prepare such a dish
Losing all fear, as the hour grows near
Tonight I will get my wish

Bound and gagged in my basement
Subject to debasement
Staring death right in the eyes
Preparations begin, as I season your skin
Oblivious to your muffled cries
Starting to boil, you`re bathed in hot oil
Your meat soon will fall from your bones
Practically starving, you`re ripe for the carving
A gourmond leaving no unturned stones

The hunger sets in, I remove your skin
Surveying the blood-stained room
The rest of your flesh will stay Tupperware fresh
Alone in a deep-freezer tomb...

CELLAR OF HORROR