A Fertile Altar Songtext
von Rivers of Nihil

The dread of night manifests in me
I am the teeth in the mouth of eternity
Driven by a cyclical will
The Order demands that blood must spill

Upon my altar, the flesh is mass-produced
One singular obsession
Disfigurement of youth
Pray to the terror of my name

For I am God in the eyes of your family
They have surrendered your flesh unto me


My copious offspring
Salvation to the world
The vibrance of a vessel filled with the seed
The seed of a prophet, celestial bound

Lay your body before your Lord and King
Hallowed is the nature of my blasphemy
A cold slab blessed by God himself
An altar of fruitful creation
Built by your father′s hands

The decaying rites of our fathers
Spring forth into a new world age
Inside I know I am the chief of all sinners

Upon my altar
The flesh is mass-produced
One singular obsession
Disfigurement of youth
Pray to the terror of my name


And pray to the truth