“Ensnared in the web of the Unjesus”
Said the mighty Worm
Oh, he knew my plans all too well
What vile delights I had in store for the friars.
I admit, their convulsions were my doing
I took great pleasure in it too.
Watching their bodies twist and twitch
Faces writhing in agony
You should have kept silent, fools!
Spreading such terrible lies
Sowing seeds of destruction upon our lands
I had to stop it.
Entering the abbey, I spotted the victims
Men in white robes, on their knees
Praying to their sacred Mary
I could feel the cold creeping over them
Fear striking their hearts, as it should.
“My dear men, you have been chosen”
I told them, “But not by the god of your liking”
Spiderchrist, oh spiderchrist
Do my bidding, and their flesh will be your reward
Swift movements by my loyal servant
Mary lies, impaled; her son, devoured.
The faithful priests shall follow their deities
With my work in the chapel done, I move on
The catacombs are my next place of interest
Gargoyle statues that stood staring empty for centuries
Turn to life to do my bidding
Spewing the blood of their caretakers
As they scream in pure terror
Death and gore everywhere I glance
But I finally feel peaceful
The fools lie dead, or slowly dying
Cold eyes staring, rotting mouths calling out for mercy
Yet I feel only gay and delighted
A giddy smile upon my face
As I gaze upon the macabre scene around me.