Messe Noire
I believe in SatanWho rend both heavens and earthAnd in the AntichristHis dearly misbegottenThe anguish ov our futureA Bastard spawned from lieBorn ov a harlot nunReign high in luxuryAloft the kings ov man
I use words sharp as a swordTo rake Saints ’shins bestrewnThree days risen – the grand deceiverI bless the world with ire and woe
So, can you hoard host like Zion’s coinBelie progeny ov your pain?IHWH, thou sayeth unto me:Thou, disrupter, imbalance my creations!Hence I transfix in bliss ov flagellationI burnt in rapture, wafted ash about…Became the law above all lawsIn asymmetry ov the horns
I cut loose the cord ov li(f)eDepart celestial sourceRub mould in holy pagesLet woodworms eat the crossI prayed I’d die in you O LordI pray you’d die in me…
Who shall crucify the last prophetsAnd have them wilt on splintered stems?Who shall churn hells across the earthAnd reascend to seat himself…At the left hand ov SatanBe gaoler ov the living…And ov the deadAs it was in the beginningNow and shall ever be…World without endAmen