Son Of The Morning

Akercocke

Bear witness to my testimony 
The things that I have done- Unforgiveable 
The prayers of a hundred 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 endge of the precipise 
Wondering whether to step 
There is no path of righteousness 
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 

[Solo- P.S.] 

Indulge in the rites of profanity 
Sink to 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