Whatever That Tempts Testo

Chaos spawn, grown
From serpent speech to deeds eldritch
From blow to storm
From high-raised hands to interment
And hate innate
As the plot unwinds
As these pestilent spores we imbibe
... Forever rage's becoming guide
Burn every seed-
Whatever that tempts, that enslaves,
Whatever that they've unleashed upon.
Us; another triumph of hate

Another spirit in quest
The link of wrath in a chain of scorn.
Every doubt...

Too blotesque the icon they paint
What is this substance to call it God?
The poison is vomited out,
It's a vicious art.