A Fertile Altar - Rivers of Nihil

The dread of night manifests in me

I am the teeth in the mouth of eternity

Driven by a cyclical will:

The Order demands that blood must spill

Upon my altar, the flesh is mass-produced

One singular obsession: Disfigurement of youth

Pray to the terror of my name

For I am God in the eyes of your family

They have surrendered your flesh unto me

My copious offspring: Salvation to the world

The vibrance of a vessel filled with the seed

The seed of a prophet, celestial bound

Lay your body before your Lord and King

Hallowed is the nature of my blasphemy

A cold slab blessed by God Himself

An altar of fruitful creation

Built by your father’s hands!

The decaying rites of our fathers

Spring forth into a new world age

Inside I know I am the chief of all sinners

Upon my altar, the flesh is mass-produced

One singular obsession: Disfigurement of youth

Pray to the terror of my name

And pray to the truth!