Whore Of Bethlehem — Archgoat

Filth spewing from my grain Like locusts blackening the sky They praise my excrement They call him their saviour

Kings have served me Drank their wine of Satan The Tainted gift of Samael I am the Whore of Bethlehem

THEIR HANDS HAVE FILCHED HER TEMPLE MARBLE HAS CHANGED TO OBSIDIAN THEY CALL HIM THE SON OF GOD I CALL HIM THE SON OF 1000 MEN

Born from the flesh and blood Result of Debauchery Son of Sadomatic Arts From depths of my whore's cunt