This visage will ascendnFrom over dearest banalitynThe fetid armornOf fraudulent innocencenAnd blissful ignorancenWill be purgednnMarch dear childrennRight into the dawnnLet that resplendent starnTear the blight from your skinnAnd oust this tenement of sinnnFeel the beholder's gazenRoot your feet to the stagenBastard facades wanenAs visceral colors drench the floornFlowing from the soul's hemic sorennBlind masticationnOf divine puritynShall never forfeitnThe sweetly inspirednGift of atonementnnA godless assemblynNow cowers innApt trepidationnAgainst the mightnOf our immaculate hordennMay every mannAnd every godnResign their breathnInto the palmsnOf our crimson grasp