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Akercocke - Son Of The Morning Akercocke - Son Of The Morning |
*** Autor textu: Jason Mendonca *** Autor hudby: Akercocke | Bear witness to my testimony
The things that I have done
Unforgivable
The prayers of a thousand priests
Could not save my soul
Like the son of the morning
Boasting a multitude of sins
Struck down from the mountain of god
Whispering to me
through cracks in the wall
Cracks in my sanity
You only know that which I choose to show
I stand at the edge of the precipice
Wondering whether to step
There is no path of rightousness
There is only Satan
Strange angel
Why do you come here?
How art thou fallen from heaven
To the uttermost parts of the pit
The cherubim and seraphim of Lucifer
Indulge in rites of profanity
Sink to the depths of depravity
Defilement and penetration
In the sanctum of the monarch
Saliva on soft thighs
Outstretched wings
Semen across lips
Hooves steeped in blood
Insatiable
Incorrigible
The adversary father of death
Craves adoration
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