From within the wounds of my mind
Arises the thunder called I
The stars are but thistles in the sky
I was conceived of a jackal
Your pain is but a splinter on the cross child
Thy will be done
For this is the Sanhedrin of the Sabbath
Arises the thunder called I
The stars are but thistles in the sky
I was conceived of a jackal
Your pain is but a splinter on the cross child
Thy will be done
For this is the Sanhedrin of the Sabbath
I will be so powerful
No need to take on a form
Casting spells upon the weak
No need to believe
Speak the words out loud
A manifest of space and time
A manifest of life
My Satan dances with his devil
He is my human bloodhound
Deeply attracted by the scent of my darkness
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