Myth once told of an earth born King; A liturgic bind of spirit and flesh And so it is parable to those with strength; The gallant psalms and pageantry are lost in space!
Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper
At the table bread was broken Crimson contract proffer swill Gather friends and good disciples To witness figment tales...
No rewards with natural treasures But with sickly suffering; And our Kingdom doth be paradise void of pleasantries!
Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper
Myth again told of that earth born pig! Barking abjuration whilst hammered to the wood And so if stays parable to hearts with strength As we sleep in bold comfort in our hell on earth!
"As the cock crows thrice I'll be denied, forsworn by one of you. And for the sake of prophecy, summoned to my lot."
By blood... Resurrection? By body... Redemption? By God... Domination? By Pilate... Crucifixion!
"As the cock crows thrice I'll be denied, forsworn by one of you. And for the sake of prophecy, summoned to my lot."
By blood... Resurrection? By body... Redemption? By God... Domination? By Pilate... Crucifixion!