Decrepit buildings on the seaboard of this town
while few are still around
Disfigured with a secret not to tell
Assembled at the black church where they (took) the vow
fills the chapel when the sun goes down
The high priest finally emerges with the two-pronged crown
The preachers advocate faith from long ago
And speaks of the undertow
Late at night when the full moon is shining
Out on the and the
And you can hear perverted words vibrating
The sacred rights have been initiated
The offering is almost dead and bleeding
The air is sharp so they commence with breeding
They copulate with the submerged while seeding
To ensure their god continues feeding
I can’t tell if I’m awake or dreaming
I hear the sound of something awful screaming
of centuries of mis-redeeming
Awaken aliens of cosmic being