"I have warred with flaming sword, before the Ein Sof trod, yet it's thee in meek frailty revered as Son of God?
To the temple mount…
Throw thyself upon the razor-sharp stones. Show the care of thy Father who called thee His own. Know the angels in Heaven shall rush to thy aid, Go… let Him His issue save."
"Impotent, puerile thing! Thou shall achieve nothing. Twice thou have come and now twice thou shall flee. Twisting scripture again to keep the world in sin, thinking thy schemes can avail thee of me. Thou tout from 'pon thy bier. End of thy reign is here. Know what it is to fear. Test not thy God!"
The anthropophagous maw of Abaddon then pursed confounded lips on six-tined tongue, staring ghostly oath to tempt anon… then gone!
"Though thou warred with flaming sword, though Heaven thou did trod, know beneath thy dear deceit, I AM the Son of God."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
