Sextons of the churchyard
Have seen unblessed things
Ground no longer hallowed
Has sprouted new graves

Descendants of clan
That unsurped maternity
Hear whispers in their blood
This summons of the Fathers

Adherence to the principle
Of "man by woman born"...
Anachronistic ritual
Soon to be obsolete

"Forgive me Father
For I know not what I do
My grave beckons
As irresistable as drawing breath"

Nature abhors a vacuum
The same is true to a tomb...
It cannot be empty
A barren womb of plenty...
A vacant grave must be filled
For this the Fathers' will
Material birth be abjure
A mother's cunt is unpure

Sired in blasphemy
In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts
Filled with necrolatry
Reverse the life cycle be reborn through death

"Forgive me Father
For I know not what I do
I leave a void to fill one
Hear my prayers from far below"