Oh sons of nothing
Join the circle, unholy prayer
Time to gather 'round
Den of worship, hopelessness is found
Sacred nectar, fills our goblets
The ritual begins
Blinding madness, deranged passions
Accept our twisted sins
Oh
Fuel my hate
Oh
Defecate! Desecrate
Soul defiled, it's futile
Shaken to the core
Lowest of the low
Junkie limbo
Craving more and more
Sweet delusions, no conclusion
Impending despair
Craving agony, a travesty
The last call drawing near
Oh
Fuel my hate
Oh
Defecate! Desecrate
Oh
Fuel my hate
Oh
Defecate! Desecrate