We are the innocents, the undead
Priests of the holy line of the crown.
Our blood you drink,
Our bodies you break,
Diachronous, synchronous, multichronous.
We inhabit space hic et ubiq
One holy order, one word, one being.
Our wounds bleed your sustenance,
Our words are your cradle and your grave.
You persecute us, hate us, slander us,
You tear our bodies apart
But we emerge victorious
In other times and other places.
Our testament is your damnation.
Fools who refuse wisdom,
We are not here to love you
But to bleed your sustenance.
You gloat on our holy blood
Waste it on lechery and earthly power,
You make the Lord blush with shame,
Give His chosen ones a bad name
Desecrating the holy face He gave you
As we bear witness to your damnation.
We break, we bleed, we suffer
At your hands, at your feet
But lest you drink again of the one holy cup,
Lest you come to our broken bodies
With love and faith and thirst
For the word we bear
Repenting of your many evils
Your wealth and your poverty,
Your short reign and your power
Will only take you to the eternal flames
Of your own hateful desires.
The blood covenant you deny
But we are not of your genealogies.
We are innocent of your blood lust.
Our blood is immaculate perfection,
The blood in the holy cup.You cannot kill us once and for all.
Your hate of us is your damnation.
As we bleed we fill the cups and the plates
With sustenance for the righteous.
We are the priests of innocence,
The kings of virtuous virginity.
Deny our highest, even the Lamb
And you will neither taste
Nor know true power,
Sad slaves of transient might.
For don’t you know
We are everywhere?
We are the justice of God
Who gave us history
To rule and dispatch,
Us He granted the only crown,
The sign of His eternal reign.
Beware our testimony!
You crush us and we bleed
But lest you drink our blood
You will perish in oblivion.