Come forth! Come hither!
All that may die! All that may bleed!
All that is able to writhe in the punishment of a God
Woman and child, man and swine
Warriors and slaves alike
For alike shall you add to the cup
And equally shall I spew thee out like worms
Into the kingdom of the living god!
Now hear me, son of man;
I too have shed tears for thy suffering
Yet tears of pity, they were not!
They were tears of joy!
So hear me, defeated one;
I too have drunk the blood of Christ
So sweet upon my lips…
Gushing from the open wounds of man
Of beast, of woman, of God
Of all that lives and may bleed
“Why dost thou loiter?”
Many that have debts to pay
Shiver, you thy back in line
Like rats in a maze
Rats who may suffer
Yes! Rats who may bleed
Into hells hungry mouth
Red and full of spice
Like the rain to cleanse your paradise
The salt of Satan in the wounds of Christ
Come! Let me wash thee
From the stench of skin let me rid thee
Yes my hand is pale
But the heart, my love, is dark as night!
Saints and sinners, white as black
In guilt revel ye all alike
And all alike shall ye bleed - All who may!
All that may die on that glorious day!
Now harken! This song of wounds
It’s sung for the sake of your suffering
Yet one of pity it is not, I sing of joy!
Yes hear me, defeated one
I too have tasted the piss of God
But I spat it back straight into the cunting wounds
Of man, of beast, of woman, of God
OF ALL THAT LIVES AND MAY BLEED