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- - - MAGNO DIABOLUS - - -
Tattooed on my flesh, the mark of the beast
Branded like a carrion thing, an ownership at least
Angelic lovers flock to my side
Tarnished and broken halos before God's vulgar sight
She flicks the spittle
With her Gorgon tongue
The taste of sweet ambrosia
Dripping from her chin
She spreads wide open
In the pentagram
When sin becomes delicious
Dripping from her grin
Unroll the ancient scrolls of Nemesis
In order to finally taste the demon's kiss
Perverting holy virtues once true
In black masses held of magiks bloody and often cruel
Upon the altar
Offer the first born
One that was freshly ripped from
Her dead bleeding cunt
Tender parts stiffen
With rigor mortis
Maggots crawl from gaping wounds
From her putrid cunt
Laus et magno diabolus
Bestia, et dominus meus
Da mihi benedictionem
Per aerumnas et dolores
Lay me on your altar of death
For I give unto you
My still beating heart
I beseech you
I invoke you
The giver
The taker
He who holds the keys
To the seven doors
The fallen son
The morning light
The breaker
The maker
The wolf in the sheep
God's most beloved son
Laus et magno diabolus
Upon your altar of death
Bestia, et dominus meus
For I give unto you
Da mihi benedictionem
My still beating heart
Per aerumnas et dolores
Laus et magno diabolus
Bestia, et dominus meus
Da mihi benedictionem
Per aerumnas et dolores
She draws the black curtain
On the summit of salvation
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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