Music : Schaffer, Shawver, Abell Lyrics : Schaffer) A lonely maiden stands
Bound to the obelisk
As she tugs and pulls
And tries to twist
Shackles slice her virgin wrists
Blood now covers her tiny hands Purity, innocence, encourage death
How does thou receive this fate ?
She asks of her own mind
Life. gone is mine Thy god in heaven
I also ask of you my lord
For I understand the error of mans ways
But of creation and the seven days
From which the beast has risen
When was created the murky haze Fail me not my master
Your son the bastard
For this is your creation
Leviathan Vile embellishment
Blackness, dripping stench
Transcending pure evil
Unrelenting vice
Standing now before her eyes Wings expanding. she1s going to die
Belching blue green fire
Flesh feeds the desire
The serpent gods apocalyptic smile Of us both and our fathers
A failure of creation . abominationCome to me my demon brother.
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