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- - - CAST THY BLESSING, APOLLYON - - -
As I wish upon a fallen star
For her to free me from these chains of scars
A kiss would do on these dead cold lips
And free me from this sucking pit
Astaroth
Invite me into thy chest
Just like Dr. Faustus
Astaroth
Grant me thy infernal boon
Like many before
The snakes slither over my carcass
Only giving me the devil's caress
Sigils tattooed upon wasted skin
I spy a rigour mortis grin
Cast thy blessing, Apollyon
Upon one stained with disdain
Kiss the damning, Apollyon
With one foot left in the grave
This world has nothing left for me
Take me to the gates of Hell
Where I shall walk through
Crucifixion nails
Let me be reborn in infernal blood
Where I can rise up, rise up, from the mud
And cross your crimson river to shore
To meet thou at the onyx door
Astaroth
Carry me to Belial
Into the house of lies
Astaroth
I will consume righteous flame
To be born again
The horns rise like a crown upon my head
I can see fear in the eyes of the dead
In this House of Utter Misery
I will never show you mercy
Cast thy blessing, Apollyon
Upon one stained with disdain
Kiss the damning, Apollyon
With one foot left in the grave
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 5th Jan 2016
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