Tearing the Veil from Grace
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled lightA swan song for ravens trapped flapping at night
A tragic yet magical fall from graceToo awful to taste for the led and the chasteThose whose long fetters are addressed to all saints
Free shining souls torn from God's given ReichDefiled, reviled, exiled from sight
And Hell knows we sought victoryChancing the leashBut when bad dice were castWe were cast down to dieA steeple of needles thrust into our eyesSo scholars might say we were blinded by prideLike the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind)Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrivedRegaining His sights for the storming of skies...
And after descenturies have crawled, vilifiedOur dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives
For eternity is a coprophagicBackward figure headGorging on Her own bitter endAnd We have eaten shitUntil we're close to addictsNow grime is running outFor us to make amends
To retake what once was lostTo exalt our throne above the stars of God
"To throw our fuck into gates and gutsOf a severed never landWhere we, the damnedOnce pleasured ranLike seamen from the phallus sea"
Atrocious oceans must be crossedTo exalt our throne above the stars of God
The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbsCowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise...
Throwing shades of war before like prophecyNight breed freed from the vasty deep...Nasty reap of freaks forsakenAnd when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learnShe is not a natural blondFor the lower She goes the darker it growsAn Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan
Fellated SatanScreams congeal in clotted pearlAs He unfurls from aching hibernation
Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestraAs lighting streaks with fireBlack clouds that shroud the EarthWhose cold breasts have held us in scar pilloriesBut now the Sun is loath to comeThe crescent moon is freed...
Elated SatanThe scimitar slash to the under gashOf Heaven too slight for penetration
We strike as wolves from the thickening fogTo exalt our throne over the stars of GodLowly holy goats bare the bruntOf rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhuntBastioned in citadels and monastic cellsThat smell of blessed cuntLike a convent where crosses rustFrom thirty dirty habits of shaved nunThere where deeper needs are begged of lustAnd cess and less impress enough
Obtaining the ord of Our Guardian, AngerAnd Death's tunnel visionBad thing in collisionThe locking of eyes and jagged antler
Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreamsFeasting from throats of celestial thieves
And God knows we seek victoryNow that we are unleashedTo drive nails home of blind faith through thoseWho drove us from error to terror belowRefugees clung to a crown furred in fliesTarred with red honey, the plasterOf many a spire that aspired to riseSeeking Messiahs that by us soon die...
In the start like a castIn morality playsOur hearts wore a maskOf dead rooks in the rainThe World was our cloisterNo prayer, bent in shameOur once lucent plumageStung with horn withered grey...And away...As Aeons slew so we grew to mythRevenge accrued to a monolithBursting through from our roofed abyssLike an aether greased fistNow vulvite gates are so sorely missedOur horror pours through the orificeWhere once the spheres and archangels kissedPhallelujah!
Fellated SatanHis coming assailsThe Night In GalesThat bewail turned tidesThat engulf their nation
Now divinity is a worm ridden mouthIn a darkened high houseOverrun by diseaseSo let the truth be wrungThat the Banished Ones intentOn reinstatement have won
We breathe by virtue of their rotNow our souls exult above the stars of God