Verily I say unto thee:
His blood was spilt in vain
And whom did we destroy there?
A defiled body and poisoned blood
Blood that now decorates the altar
To grant us a necromass
To speak shame and death upon us
In cynical chorales

Delight or chant or scream for venom
Oh darksome sacrament
Ye all behold our orgiastic blasphemy!
This ain't no body (or bread)
This ain't no blood (or wine)
Necroeucharist!

Let us now ignite our choler*!
What has become of ancient prophecies?!
What of apocalyptic menaces?!
A mere mass for the dead, a necroeucharist!

*anger or ill humour