"Tether thee," said the jackal to the lion, both bound in the holy embrace of the Lord. "Brilliance shall reside foreseen, for the child I bear in my womb is yours. 'So shall she be the bane of man, beauty and splendor will walk by her side. Unknown to all, her groom will stand, by the name of 'Deception,' in her heart he resides."
Hail, great beast, Thy goblet spills For the Harlot. Her face, so still, Wrapped in scarlet.
Beckoning with talons gifted only to the spawn of wretched whores, a maiden rides to thee atop a beast of seven mounted heads. Reckoning the ballad sung to holy deacons only wanting more, she gazes blind to see the crop of me that withers down to dead.
(Oh, sweet saint Babylon, guide thy heart in lust). By the lighting of the fires in the furnace of the under-earth, a beast is betrothed to a serpent of the sea. Thus an infant blessed with horns is left to writhe within the after birth, left to feast upon the souls that were harvested from seed. Is this your daughter, God?
Hail, great beast, By fornication.
Lust, my leech, falters shame, by greed of flesh, I know thy name.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
