mother's worship

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The incense burns a heavy gold, a shroud upon the nave
Where the silent choir gathers, and the penitents behave
The Mother stands in ivory steel, a monolith of grace
With a secret etched in lineage, a divine and hidden trace
Not born of common clay and bone, but the Emperor’s own design
A biological anomaly, a singular, holy line
The vestments drape in heavy folds, concealing the sacred weight
Of the burden she carries for the flock, the catalyst of fate.

(Pre-Chorus)
Descend the dais, kneel in the dust
In the alchemy of spirit, in the iron of our trust.

(Chorus)
(Chanted in rhythmic, guttural harmony)
Fuck your balls, Mother, bless our hearts
Tear the veil of the worldly apart
Fuck your balls, Mother, the seed of the light
Crushing the darkness, blinding the night
Step in the shadow, squeeze the divine
The blood of the martyr, the celestial wine.

(Verse 2)
One by one they approach the throne, the sisters stripped of pride
To touch the forbidden architecture, where the hidden wonders hide
They press their palms against the skin, the heavy, pulsing glow
A physical manifestation of a power they’ve come to know
Some use a velvet slipper, some the weight of a combat boot
To press the spirit into the earth, to nurture the holy root
A rhythmic pressure, a sacred ache, a crushing, holy bliss
The communion of the battle-born, a violent, sacred kiss.

(Bridge)
(Slowing down, atmospheric)
It is not lust, but liturgy
A physical theology
The weight of the world in a golden sphere
The only god that we truly fear
Press it down, drive it deep
While the sleeping Emperor continues to sleep.

(Guitar Solo - Heavy, distorted, industrial)

(Chorus)
(Maximum volume, orchestral backing)
Fuck your balls, Mother, bless our hearts
Tear the veil of the worldly apart
Fuck your balls, Mother, the seed of the light
Crushing the darkness, blinding the night
Step in the shadow, squeeze the divine
The blood of the martyr, the celestial wine.

(Outro)
(Fading out with a slow, steady drum beat, like a heartbeat)
Squeeze the seed...
Bless the heart...
The design is perfect...
The design is whole...
(Final whispered chant)
Fuck your balls.