A lonely maiden stands

Bound to the obelisk

As she tugs and pulls

And tries to twist

Shackles slice her virgin wrists

Blood now covers her tiny hands



How does thou receive this fate?

She asks of her own mind

Purity, innocence, encourage death

Life... gone is mine



I also ask of you my lord

Thy god in heaven

For I understand the error of mans ways

But of creation and the seven days

When was created the murky haze

From which the beast has risen



Fail me not my master

For this is your creation

Your son the bastard

Leviathan



Blackness, dripping stench

Unrelenting vice

Vile embellishment

Transcending pure evil



Standing now before her eyes

Wings expanding...she's going to die

Belching blue green fire

Flesh feeds the desire

The serpent gods apocalyptic smile



Of us both and our fathers

A failure of creation ... abomination