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Deliver Us
Pretense
As I sit in the darkened room
The shackles secure on the flesh
I can see you shudder
In the sudden chill in the air
The days of fasting, wearing thin
The resolve that was once so strong
Growing bored with the song?
Sooner the better, we begin
Talismans cannot help you
They carry souls to where ravens flew
Jewelry for the dying
Troubled waters where angels are crying
But, oh, you are persistent
You wish to know my name
Do you ever win at this game?
I thought not
You need a stronger god than Him
The pleasures of Hell await
For those who embrace faith
Of the wraith forsaken by
His father
Divine bloodlines that were severed
Your holy word means nothing now
As the king of the pit beckons you
To join him in the truth
Of decayed flesh in death shrouds
But, no, I will not divulge
Paths to you, easily
Pathetic excuse, cry feebly
I thought so
I can smell the fear in your skin
Breakpoint
Your mother rots where corpses burn
Fornicating with the unholy host
You cannot win, will you never learn?
Pray to your god, your savior, your holy ghost
There will be no return
I command, you command
Who’s demand will be met?
The faith must surely be waning
Tell me, priest, can you feel the pain
The burning, the tightness, inside your chest?
Where is God in your hour of shame?
A forgotten relic, in the past, with the rest
Oh, but still you insist
You command, I command
Who’s demand will be met?
Say, can you see the holy light?
Very well, since you wish to know
Rest assured, your god does not compel me
I am the one, the first morning glow
My name is carried in reverence in the trees
In all truth, I concur
I command, You command
Who’s demand will be met?
The one, the only, Lucifer
Clash
No? Can it not be so?
In truth, I am the beast of myth
The bringer of sin
In your faith, can you resist?
The pleasures of the flesh
Can be yours to caress
What is salvation
But another form of damnation?
There’s no holy water
Crucifix or father
That can banish me
For I was first of angelic seed
Too long have I suffered
To lose to the will of a man
The defiler reigns
Supreme, standing above the damned
Give in to know peace
Without a heavenly seat
He will not share power
From his tower
With one as low as you
Demand sacrifice
In the face of all his lies
He will just cast you out
Like myself now
I will embrace you, son
Yes, I can feel your heart
Beating in rhythm now
With the thought of sin
Defrock yourself, take up the crown
Is this truly downfall
At last to heed the call?
Learn to play the part
And now let yourself free in the dark
Expulsion
You sag against the chains
And take up your rightful name
Then take a sigh of relief
The sweet taste of defeat
A man on the cloth no more
As your frock lies on the floor
I embrace you as my son
As we set our path against the sun
At long last free of burden
Free of the lies and hurting
Damnation has never been so sweet
Since the fall from heavenly seats
We shall carve a path together
As we turn our back forever
Enjoy pleasures as a true rebel
My son, the new price of Hell
As I sit in the darkened room
The shackles secure on the flesh
I can see you shudder
In the sudden chill in the air
The days of fasting, wearing thin
The resolve that was once so strong
Growing bored with the song?
Sooner the better, we begin
Talismans cannot help you
They carry souls to where ravens flew
Jewelry for the dying
Troubled waters where angels are crying
But, oh, you are persistent
You wish to know my name
Do you ever win at this game?
I thought not
You need a stronger god than Him
The pleasures of Hell await
For those who embrace faith
Of the wraith forsaken by
His father
Divine bloodlines that were severed
Your holy word means nothing now
As the king of the pit beckons you
To join him in the truth
Of decayed flesh in death shrouds
But, no, I will not divulge
Paths to you, easily
Pathetic excuse, cry feebly
I thought so
I can smell the fear in your skin
Breakpoint
Your mother rots where corpses burn
Fornicating with the unholy host
You cannot win, will you never learn?
Pray to your god, your savior, your holy ghost
There will be no return
I command, you command
Who’s demand will be met?
The faith must surely be waning
Tell me, priest, can you feel the pain
The burning, the tightness, inside your chest?
Where is God in your hour of shame?
A forgotten relic, in the past, with the rest
Oh, but still you insist
You command, I command
Who’s demand will be met?
Say, can you see the holy light?
Very well, since you wish to know
Rest assured, your god does not compel me
I am the one, the first morning glow
My name is carried in reverence in the trees
In all truth, I concur
I command, You command
Who’s demand will be met?
The one, the only, Lucifer
Clash
No? Can it not be so?
In truth, I am the beast of myth
The bringer of sin
In your faith, can you resist?
The pleasures of the flesh
Can be yours to caress
What is salvation
But another form of damnation?
There’s no holy water
Crucifix or father
That can banish me
For I was first of angelic seed
Too long have I suffered
To lose to the will of a man
The defiler reigns
Supreme, standing above the damned
Give in to know peace
Without a heavenly seat
He will not share power
From his tower
With one as low as you
Demand sacrifice
In the face of all his lies
He will just cast you out
Like myself now
I will embrace you, son
Yes, I can feel your heart
Beating in rhythm now
With the thought of sin
Defrock yourself, take up the crown
Is this truly downfall
At last to heed the call?
Learn to play the part
And now let yourself free in the dark
Expulsion
You sag against the chains
And take up your rightful name
Then take a sigh of relief
The sweet taste of defeat
A man on the cloth no more
As your frock lies on the floor
I embrace you as my son
As we set our path against the sun
At long last free of burden
Free of the lies and hurting
Damnation has never been so sweet
Since the fall from heavenly seats
We shall carve a path together
As we turn our back forever
Enjoy pleasures as a true rebel
My son, the new price of Hell
Published 9th Dec 2014
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