Vapid vixen, arid rodent – Interpret to abide
Pallid beauty, torpid spirit – Avoid the acrid rain
Barred freedom, marred hope – Hail bashes trough your temples
Aspiring liars, prodigious fires – The covenant is sealed

Reach you hand into tepid sea
And surrender your life to me.
Crank your nature, make you mind dilute
And your carcass elute!
Leave no relics behind to those obtuse!

I am bile, I am the vile!
I’m the one that makes you ail!
I can make your hate brim over
And I can broil your soul!
I can break your frail morale
And out you in peril!

I gaze upon you for a while
I grin and you I do defile.
It will now just take some time
To devise how to revile your kin!

I am bile, I am the vile!
I’m the one that makes you ail!
I can make your hate brim over
And I can broil your soul!
I can break your frail morale
And out you in peril!

Hum while you toil in my barren garden.
Obey my terse command and tread into my domain
Now enrol the covenant and welcome
The throbbing malaise!

In my array of minions you reside.
I am the demon of yore,
The dire aberration.
I’m the submersions core!

I am bile, I am the vile!
I’m the one that makes you ail!
I can make your hate brim over
And I can broil your soul!
I can brake your frail morale
And out you in peril!