Nekroí Theoí - The Name Above All Names Lyrics

Praise be to the Lord of the Firmament
F*ck the world as You see fit

Let the black waters ejaculate forth
Carry us away into another cull
All that is smote is a deserving victim
All that burns shall be blessed

Jehovah-M'Kaddesh
Purify us and rake us through the brine
Let the coals of Your Holy Indifference blister our iniquitous skin
That we may shed into the bright red of young nerves
That you may whip us into a new calloused holiness

Adonai
Direct us in your Holy Wars
Guide our hands as we cast down the reprobate and deviant
As we feed them to your putrid maw
Let your chains upon us extend beyond our wrists
To envelope the Earth
For Thou art the Word
And Thy Word shall be a violent storm to terraform your temple

Qanna
Forgive us our idols
Forgive us as we scramble to feed our bloated guts
Blessed be the famine You bestow upon us
That it may make us hunger for Your divine beating
Forgive us for our doubts
Forgive us for our blasphemous reason
Forgive our folly as we have looked to the stars and within ourselves

Jehovah Shammah
Thou art with us
As our shepherds prey on the flock in Your temples
Thou art with us
As our leaders take our surplus as their mortar
Thou art with us
As our sentinels slay the unpale
Thou art with us
As the men made in Your image rape the daughters of Eve
As the elders exonerate their own
As the masses mock and flay the violated
Thou art with us

All heresies against thee fall short in their assault
Proclamations of theodicy are rendered moot in their presuppositions
For all movements of Thy Hand are by their very nature Just
Each and every terror of this world is the Will of Jehovah
And thus is Righteous

We, in our pitiful depravity, genuflect before Your violent masturbations
As Your Holy Climax quakes the Earth
As the crust of Gomorrah swallows thousands
We are blessed
We offer our thanks to Thee
For it is meet and right so to do

I fall to my knees
In humility before Thy Mighty Fist
Begging for an affection I shall never earn
The embrace of You, my God
The suffocating coil around my walking coffin
Blot out all other lights
Profane and false are they
I seek only the light of the Fire in Thy Gut
I stare down the Gullet of Paradise
And such a light it is
Full of Holy Truths
Billions of bloated carcasses shall be the foundation of His Glory
Slain by sword, sickness, and His Holy Will
The Final Church is crowning
All shall be met by Your Infallible Sword

Holy is the Lamb
Perfect are His movements
Author of life
Author of genocide
One and the same
God of Devastation
Name Above All Names