Behold The Abyss

Some folks don’t fit
With any crowd
Though they get lumped together
With those they hate
This is a story
Of a man like that
Obscure and violent and obscene
A man of God, a cannibal
Of these grim facts
You’re now aware
He hated man
But adored the beasts
Held at the mercy
Of such fools
So grab your holy water
And pour it on your head
Your filthy carcass can’t be cleansed
You are worthless

I don’t wanna burn
I dont wanna drown
I don’t wanna lay in no coffin the ground
O-ho Devil always following me

Walking in the woods
Standing in the street
Hiding in the eyes of every person that I meet
O-ho Devil always following me

Hear him walking
Hear him walking
Hear him walking

Devil got my mother
Devil got my father
Devil gonna get me one of these days
But I’m gonna try sir to live a little longer
I wanna get a chance to waste my life

There he is again
Scratching on the roof
Hear the clip-a-clopping of his cloven hoof
O-ho Devil always following me

See that rising moon
Inevitable doom
Living in the shadow of perpetual gloom
O-ho Devil always following me

Hear him walking
Hear him walking
Hear him walking

Devil got my brother
Devil got my sister
Devil gonna get me one of these days
But I’m gonna try sir to live a little longer
I wanna get a chance to waste my life

He of cloven hoof

Everything begins
And everything must end
At the farmhouse
The farmhouse

A window rattling storm
A grave dug in the lawn
At the farmhouse
The farmhouse

Lazarus needs a robe of scarlet thread
To raise his wicked spirit from the dead
Worms and vermin writhe
And lost things come alive
At the farmhouse
The farmhouse

Truth and lies combine
With sickness of the mind
At the farmhouse
The farmhouse

Lazarus needs a robe of scarlet thread
To raise his wicked spirit from the dead

Strange machines they chug
The walls all pulse with blood
At the farmhouse
The farmhouse

Grotesque and ugly fear
It circles and draws near
At the farmhouse
The farmhouse

Lazarus needs a robe of scarlet thread
To raise his wicked spirit from the dead

Red, Old Red
Black as the night
Swallowed that Indian
In just one bite

Red, Old Red
Faithful and true
My only companion
In this world
Cold and cruel

Old Red
Old Red

Sticking my switchblade in the guts of a man
Feeling his blood flow all over my hand
Knowing his life it is mine to command
See the work of my beautiful knife

Twisting it slowly ’til I hear something crack
Watching the evil pour out of his back
The gift of the light this vessel did lack
See the work of my beautiful knife

Oh the storm it is gathering near
Oh the hand of the Lord it is here

Behold! The Abyss!
Behold! The Abyss!
Oh my beautiful knife

All the folks who pass away
Before they get religion
End up in the phantom pool
Their spirits trapped and spinning

Phantom pool

Here you stop to take a drink
Of pure and cleansing water
But on the surface floats a mist
Where long lost spirits wander

Phantom pool

You godless fool
It waits for you
The phantom pool
The phantom pool
It waits for you

The grass is brown and dying here
No creatures dare to gather
Listen closely to the wind
You’ll hear their frightened chatter

Phantom pool

See back there those crooked trees
That reach up to the heavens
The Holy Spirit keeps ’em safe
Old 7 – 7 – 7

Phantom pool
You godless fool
It waits for you
The phantom pool
The phantom pool
It waits for you

The stench of sin is on you now
You’re followed by a demon
If you do not learn to pray
Right here you’ll wake up screaming

Phantom pool

Look into my weary eyes
And answer this one question
Do you long for wicked things
Or do you seek redemption?

Phantom pool

You godless fool
It waits for you
The phantom pool
The phantom pool
It waits for you

There’s a feeling that I have
When I wake up Sunday morning
My body feels sick
And my soul sure does feel sorry
It’s guilt
It’s called guilt

When I close my eyes
I see events from the night before
Lord have mercy
Don’t you torture me anymore
WIth this guilt
It’s called guilt

Guilty I’m guilty
But I’ll do it again

The stench of the room
When the sinners gather ’round me
The waste of blood
When I slice their worthless souls free
It’s guilt
It’s called guilt

When the fire burns
And the flesh turns black and tasteless
When the arrow of God
Disappears and we wander aimless
It’s guilt
It’s called guilt

Guilty I’m guilty
But the Lord understands

When the demons grow
And they twist and start to scratching
When mother’s death eggs they crack
And start to hatching
Guilt
It’s called guilt

But I swear by my hoof
And the soul of the sickly vulture
This world you’ve built
Is a dark and empty culture
Of guilt
It’s called guilt

Guilty you’re guilty
And I’ll destroy all I can

Lying in a ditch
With a knife in my hand
I’m-a gonna find me a gal

I don’t feel human
But I guess I am
So I’m-a gonna find me a gal

A gal to get the demons out
A gal to make me holy

When you live on nothing
You learn to be cruel
I’m-a gonna find me a gal

But when you are cruel
You end up with nothing
So I’m-a gonna find me a gal

A gal to get the demons out
A gal to make me holy

Lord it is growing
It’s thrashing and gnawing
I’m-a gonna find me a gal

Deep in my guts
It is bloated and clawing
I’m-a gonna find me a gal

A gal to get the demons out
A gal to make me holy
And when it is over
She wont be no worse off
I’m-a gonna find me a gal

As long as I pay her
She wont cry she wont scoff
I’m-a gonna find me a gal

A gal to get the demons out
A gal to make me holy

Everything is temporary
Nothing here will last
Breathe the dust around you
It’s the future it’s the past

Nothing that you do
WIll be remembered or remarked
You’re just a loathsome stranger
Clutching, struggling in the dark

Everything is temporary
There is nothing we can do
When I think of death, honey
I th-th-th-th-think of you

Nothing that you do
WIll be remembered or remarked
You’re just a loathsome stranger
Clutching, struggling in the dark

Everything is temporary
Buddy you will fade away
Watch the path you’re walking
This could be your worst and final day

Nothing that you do
WIll be remembered or remarked
You’re just a loathsome stranger
Clutching, struggling in the dark

But Jesus will save us (Ha! Ha!)
Jesus will save us (Ha! Ha!)
Jesus he will shit on you

Job, I said Job

Have you heard about the man called Job, boys?
He had wealth and a farm and a family
Old Satan made a bet with the Lord on high
He said, “I could make Job curse your name.”

But Job could not be swayed
Satan filled the sky with lightning
He killed Job’s sheep and some of his kin
Job just turned his cheek away
His wife said, “Go curse God and die.”

But Job could not be swayed
Job, I said Job
He worked so hard his entire life
But God quit listening when he prayed at night
Then Job took ill got covered with sores
And Satan put a blight upon his crops
Still Job could not be swayed

Everything he touched did turn to dust
His footprints filled with blood and rust
This torture went on for many years
Job grew withered but he had no fears

And Job could not be swayed

Job, Job

Now put yourself there in his place
When bad times come will you keep your faith?
I bet you’ll weep and wail and crawl
Your dirty rotten soul right down to Hell

But Job could not be swayed

Job

Where I go, I will lead
And everyone will follow me
Through the shit, through the snow
Anywhere I want to go
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah

You are all rotten fruit
I’ll crush you underneath my hoof
Then I’ll take the poisoned juice
And feed it to my chosen few
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah

Who will be my sacrificial lamb?

I once thought I was just
A worthless rat like all the rest
Scared to move, scared to breathe
A puddle of disgust and greed
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah

Sucking in the dust of man
And shouldering his burden
Saving all my carnal thoughts
For the Holy Blessed Virgin
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah

Who will be my sacrificial lamb?

How I hate all this noise
Blocking out my master’s voice
No one here shall make a peep
If they want their soul to keep
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah

Guided by something
I cannot describe
Foggy dark presence
Been choking my mind

The strings hanging down
From heaven above
Poking like pitchforks
In a pure white dove

Through God’s dark heaven
Go I, go I
Through God’s dark heaven go I

Through God’s dark heaven go I
Through God’s dark heaven go I

Everything’s blurry
A cold heavy wind
Swoops and confuses
What we all had been

Monstrosities circle
The Gospel floats closer
A story I know
So terribly well

Through God’s dark heaven
Go I, go I
Through God’s dark heaven go I

Through God’s dark heaven go I
Through God’s dark heaven go I
The hunt it is over
The Lord he wont answer
The walls run with blood
Oh this house is a cancer

And in this abyss
I’ve lost all control
Is path to glory?
It’s so hard to tell

Through God’s dark heaven
Go I, go I
Through God’s dark heaven go I

Through God’s dark heaven go I
Through God’s dark heaven go I
Through God’s dark heaven go I

Farewell
Good night
So long
Sleep tight
Lay down
Be still
You’re tired
You’re ill

Thee end…