Gortician Next Religion Lyrics

Next Religion Lyrics


Waters of oblivion
Raining down terror
Mausoleum of your
fears
Preying on your horror

Your faith I demand
I expect no
less
Sacrosanct command
Your obedience I bless

Author of
sedition
I am the next religion

Obscurity a shroud
I use to cloak
myself in
Conjuring up images
To define your sins

The pettiness of
your idolization
I laugh at your transgressions
Primal need for
deification
I am your obsession

God of war, God of the blind
I am
the god, in your mind

Bringer of wisdom
I am the next
religion

Cellar of Horror

An innocent victim, it's easy to pick
them
A young girl out walking alone
I prowl the streets nightly
So
lock your doors tightly
It's best to just stay in your home
Cruising by
slowly, you might even know me
Our next meeting will be your last
Your
pretty young pout, as I knock you out
Tonight I am ending my
fast

Pure and unspoiled, I've troubled and toiled
Over how to prepare
such a dish
Losing all fear, as the hour grows near
Tonight I will get my
wish

Bound and gagged in my basement
Subject to debasement
Staring
death right in the eyes
Preparations begin, as I season your
skin
Oblivious to your muffled cries
Starting to boil, you're bathed in
hot oil
Your meat soon will fall from your bones
Practically starving,
you're ripe for the carving
A gourmond leaving no unturned stones

The
hunger sets in, I remove your skin
Surveying the blood-stained room
The
rest of your flesh will stay Tupperware fresh
Alone in a deep-freezer
tomb...

CELLAR OF HORROR