Abysmal haste lays where statues of souls gaze Breathe death, extinguish life Only a hymn for the wicked lies Dusk into darkness, I'll feed on your carcass Savage impalement Summon the spawn of your torment Butchered, bleeding, seeping My adornment Sacrifice yourself to hate This shall be your sin Shattered, obsessing, possessing My own torment ♪ Sickened, hopeless, as the hymn goes Stricken, broken, where the tomb grow Proportion, distortion, where they might know The hymn for the wicked plays on