Messe Noire

I believe in Satan
 Who rend both heavens and earth
 And in the Antichrist
 His dearly misbegotten
 The anguish ov our future
 A bastard spawned from lie
 Born ov a harlot nun
 Reign high in luxury aloft the kings ov man
 I use words sharp as a sword
 To rake saints 'shins bestrewn
 Three days risen, the grand deceiver
 I bless the world with ire and woe
 So can you hoard host like Zion's coin
 Belie progeny ov your pain?
 Ihwh, thou sayeth unto me
 Thou, disrupter, imbalance my creations!
 Hence I transfix in bliss ov flagellation
 I burnt in rapture, wafted ash about
 Became the law above all laws
 In asymmetry ov the horns
 Cut loose the cord ov li(f)e
 Depart celestial source
 Rub mould in holy pages
 Let woodworms eat the cross
 I prayed I'd die in you, O Lord
 I pray you'd die in me
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 Who shall crucify the last prophets
 And have them wilt on splintered stems?
 Who shall churn hells across the earth
 And reascend to seat himself
 At the left hand ov Satan
 Be gaoler ov the living
 And ov the dead
 As it was in the beginning
 Now and shall ever be
 World without end
 Amen