"...Satan hath desired you, that he may sift [you] as wheat..." Luke 22:31b KJV
I have mixed the wines at Shinar I have planted the olives at Athens
Fire I fed to the fallen fold And gifts I gave of gain-less gold
At Knossos I sanctified my horns - Wetted with virginity
Rightly I reveled 'mongst the rotted roots And blood I begged of the boldest brutes
Albion gave me no saintless throne My seed was wasted upon that isle
Creeds I craved of the carnal crowd But prayers were proffered by the pierced and proud
The new world has been my greatest pride Where longest has been my lordly stride
Death I dreamed for the drowning dregs and Love I lost between her lifeless legs
"Ye are of [your] father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do." John 8:44 KJV
"From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him." John 6:66 KJV
Let my scythe fall upon that field, And reap what the sky would yieldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
