Vanguard - Closure In Moscow

My curse is alphabetic, dianetic, crucifix

Your curse is post-magnetic, now they

Suckle from your drip

Their curse is so pathetic

They’re the real heretics

Our curse is not kinetic if they couldn’t

Break our grip

Foetid leeches sap their glands of inquisition

They need blinding sustenance

Don’t you dare speak that name

Don’t you ever speak that name

Break the very tenets that you

Spit in my face

Now I’m ready to obliterate

So send me all your preachers

And I’ll put them all to shame

I’ll be the vanguard of their fall

Middle of their falter

Bezel in their rings

Dropping all the stones

This serpent on my doorstep, well he’s got

A sweet southern drawl

Lulling so you may invite his venom

Oh he was knocking

But didn’t know it’s coming

Oh he was knocking

But didn’t know

My mutation was imminent

He couldn’t help it, spouting invocations

I said unto him:

First you’ll oscillate

And then you’ll feel the fire burn

And fornicate

While all your words are coming

Out cancrine

Don’t just let him rot this hall

I couldn’t do that even if I

Wanted to

Don’t just let him rot this hall

I couldn’t do that even if I

Wanted to be saved

Then you’ll all fall in silence

Then you’ll all fall

And I will tell you all as

I said to your serpent