A lore bearing under-earth employs my twin unnamed
As Satan’s standard-bearer
His yet un-vituperated Cane
When the battle cry was sounded
And the siren song was sung
The naive among the angels
Lashed irreverent tongues
Though they knew their Satanic vow
Would bleed a thousand wings
the raging anarchy within them
Roused their indignant rebel kings
Just as my rebellion brings my blood to boil
The black guardian within me execrates the power royal
So as angel blood soaks red the soil
And armed trumpets mark the days
I see the warriors of the brimstone
As my own violent haze
When the Satanic driving force
Of angels lost in rage
Fell to the arch of bending right
They turned to murkier a page
Because their cause was all for naught
Comfort now was solely sought
But in the carnal quest for fulfillment
They lost their angelic forms
And became the disfigured demons
Who hellfire alone can warm
I, a thousand times before
Have searched for corporal ground
But as the demons came to discern
The soil could not cap their crowns
It could not give them nor I
The right hand of the fates
Nor The predilection of the skies
Un burning now from lustful paths
Or from all consuming rage
The angels of the One Blackguard
Turn to more reliable a sage
Their hearts now charred and scorched as soot
Pound weakly from their fleshy rut
But they beat louder clearer
They any fiery terror
But their minds are clogged with fear
My heart is paralyzed with the fear
Of dissent of the power, their ears may hear
I am these angels, I am these beings
Though to be blind to this is not to lack all seeing
Because the ties that bind are hidden
But still powerful as strong as steel
We will burn together
But together we shall heal.
