Fed on ignorance and lies, So blind and narrow-minded That you cannot compromise. Even the most foolish theif Should know what he is taking – Lest he find himself
Songs of the SABBAT
Hidden from the eyes of man, Courtesans with sylph-like graces Dancing to the pipes of Pan – That echoed through the ether Notes that soured the wings of halcyon,
this comedy we call the Church Bizzare, once you enetr you are bound to find salvation by the pound, assured the more you pay the nearer God you are.
with their malicious lies, their unforgotten violence, remember those who died. And as my flesh is put to fire, I hear their voices still, their unjust accusations, demanding I
Stemming from my childhood dreams Haunted by surreal fears Culled from my yesteryears. With your last breath You’ll endure death Never to awake From the dreamscape. In a world