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
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