Mandatory Mayhem - Deivos

Tremble!

For here they come to get you

The priests of the foreign gods

Believe — don’t say a word

No questions.

no denial,

Lay down your head on the block

Naive fodder of this world — who’s its creator

And how did the things become as they are

Scream!

You cower from the thought what would happen next

By the time you will he mature enough

Your blood shall be spilled

In the meaningless rites

The priests — the butchers

Sadistic surgeons.

divine emissaries.

Perform the rite in the eyes of the Lord

Blessed be!

Chop off.

mutilate, gut and stitch it up anew

Answer, obey — the life on silver platter

Day of your birth, the curse has begun

A promise of further disgrace

Enslaved among your kin

Your words mean nothing here

Cut your flesh in the eyes of the Lord

Bleed out.

die in the eyes of the Lord

The rite strips you down of your dignity The offering shall be complete,

come madness and death

Mandatory mayhem

Tears, razor-sharp tools, yet pain so dull

Without anesthesia, without inhibition

Beloved genitalia.

priests' favorite regions

Lead this calf to the slaughter!

Infection in the eyes of the Lord

Humiliation in the eyes of the Lord

Death in the eyes of the Lord

You lay down your head

On your mother’s knees

She covers your eyes

On the wooden stake you clench your teeth

Awaiting

And here comes the butcher…

Consciousness lost out of pain

It still hurts alter you’re awake

No one cares, you might as well die here

For the offering’s been made.

A glimpse of luck — you’re saved

Your wound is healed

And you’re alive, yet it doesn’t matter

They won’t rest until every single pleasure

I las been taken away from you

You have been marked from the day you were born.

Legacy of prejudice

It is our tradition

You either adapt or you perish

You are unaware piece of nothing.