The Satanist Songtext
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The Satanist Songtext
I descended from the Mount Sinai
Unleashed the splendour upon the scroundel mob
To shelter where no messianic light
Drove one single ray into the pulp of life
Oh sweet Salome, I beckon thee
Bring forth thy heinous offering
Without your love, so incomplete
Corrupt me with your dignity
I decompose in rapture of hells
Dissolve, divide, disintegrate
I am yours
In euphoria below
At faintest whim they would impale the sun
And thus the sheep in me became the wolf in man
I am the fly that flew forth from the ark
My thoughts like insects, whoring wounds divine
Been bored with cosmos, my dear old foe
This universe has never been enough
Compelled to liberate the spring of life
When the levee breaks gush forth o′ stream of ice
I decompose in rapture of hells
Dissolve, divide, disintegrate
I am yours
In euphoria below
I cast my halo from perdition's clay
Behold my bliss profane
Born of a lie, condemned to lurk
Live in denial, yet coiled aflame
I am the Great Rebellion
′Neath Milton's tomb I dwell
An existence even sin would not pardon
No guilt, no reason, saviour or shame
Unleashed the splendour upon the scroundel mob
To shelter where no messianic light
Drove one single ray into the pulp of life
Oh sweet Salome, I beckon thee
Bring forth thy heinous offering
Without your love, so incomplete
Corrupt me with your dignity
I decompose in rapture of hells
Dissolve, divide, disintegrate
I am yours
In euphoria below
At faintest whim they would impale the sun
And thus the sheep in me became the wolf in man
I am the fly that flew forth from the ark
My thoughts like insects, whoring wounds divine
Been bored with cosmos, my dear old foe
This universe has never been enough
Compelled to liberate the spring of life
When the levee breaks gush forth o′ stream of ice
I decompose in rapture of hells
Dissolve, divide, disintegrate
I am yours
In euphoria below
I cast my halo from perdition's clay
Behold my bliss profane
Born of a lie, condemned to lurk
Live in denial, yet coiled aflame
I am the Great Rebellion
′Neath Milton's tomb I dwell
An existence even sin would not pardon
No guilt, no reason, saviour or shame
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