Myth once told of an earth born King;



A theurgic bind of spirit and flesh



And so it is parable to those with strength;



The galant 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!