Moon childe Spawned of rage Soon childe... The dawning of a golden age
Four and twenty acts have passed Since the pact was signed in blood Now this fifth lustrum will surely grasp The children of the holy With music wracked like final gasps From hearts that broken, flood Whilst ruby-wedding talons clasp This silver anniversary
Moon childe Spawned of rage Soon childe... The dawning of a golden age
Vermillion rivers slither past Racing roads to Shangri-La Where a million souls aquiver ask Small mercies of the holy Like flowers plucked from crimson tar On florid banks, the priests Waft their scent through horrid bars To incense the greater beast
Bereft of their seas of sweet dreams He brings tidings of pain War songs in the key of death Sharpened through famine and plague
The knife at the throat of all murder He wrote whilst in chains
"And there was given to him a mouth Speaking great things and blasphemies And power was given unto him To blaspheme against God And them that dwell in heaven And it was given unto him to make war with the saints And to overcome them..."
And risen from imprisonment With so many nations to tame Past Caesars and Tsars are but lesions and scars To the backs of beyond he reclaims For what is not told nor writ bold to his face Is now whispered to the torturer's cheek And with the rapport whores and sorcerers make His kingdom embraces both the Pope and the State
The suck and the fuck of the wait and A glut and a covetous Satan The suck and the fuck of the wait and Come what may A glut and a covetous Satan Pre-ordained
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