With Hearts Toward None VI

I call upon the name
of purificating angel,
Upon the name of strangling angel
Let the world drink again
from the fountains of the great deep
Let majestic springs erupt
upon the footsteps of men
Let the skies dim with clouds
of heavenly splendor
Let the waters of redemption arise
Let the children drink freely
from these rivers of grace
And let there come the rain,
let there come the rain

And may it wash away the scum,
the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit
the whores, the junk, the trash, the
worms, the freaks, the rot, the
plague, the grime, the smut, the
waste, the pigs, the slime, the mud,
the vermin of every shape and size

Higher, higher
Hoist the banners of shame

I call upon the great day
of disgust and scorn,
where man and beast
are turned to clay
Where all flesh dies
that moves upon the earth
And this rotten cesspool
is swept all clean