كلمات Son Of The Morning

Bear witness to my testimony The things that I have done- Unforgiveable The prayers of a hundred priests Could not save my soul Like the son of the morning Boasting a multitude of sins Struck down from the mountain of God Whispering to me Through cracks in the wall Cracks in my sanity You only know that which I choose to show I stand at the endge of the precipise Wondering whether to step There is no path of righteousness There is only Satan Strange angel Why do you come here How art thou fallen from Heaven To the uttermost parts of the pit The cherubim and seraphim of Lucifer [Solo- P.S.] Indulge in the rites of profanity Sink to depths of depravity Defilement and penetration In the sanctum of the monarch Saliva on soft thighs Outstretched wings Semen across lips Hooves steeped in blood Insatiable Incorrigible The adversary- father of death Craves adoration