Son of the Morning (исполнитель: 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] here? How art thou fallen from heaven To the uttermost parts of the pit The [bad word] 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 [bad word] across lips Hooves steeped in blood Insatiable Incorrigible The adversary father of death Craves adoration