Apostate Angels (Ritual and Taboo)
Everywhere
The ritual and taboo
Confronting
The shadow man's
Hidden nature, had
Left their traces
The skin was mottled
Red and white
The skin was mottled
Red and white
Unconscious fantasies
Completely revise
Our notions of what
Our poor bodies can endure
Rediscovery of lost
Primordial images
To penetrate
The underside of life
And to bow
To the common consensus
Of the traditions
Of primitive man
Just emerged
From the primate stage
On the throne of
The abomination
Red and white
The skin was mottled
Red and white
Everyone
Has his assigned role
No one had a choice
Two parts of the same whole
Victims as well as
Executioners
Body writhed, snuggled
Against each other
Skin against skin
The mask is stripped off
Slave of the one
And master of all
Determine
Your emotional makeup
If you would say audibly
All you had done in thought
But when the despotic prince
Ceases to uplift his arm
It is fear
Added to fear
The steps of
The temple of virtue
Are flooded with blood
Perverse lusts of the
Apostate angels
Everyone
Has his assigned role
No one had a choice
Two parts of the same whole
Victims as well as
Executioners
Body writhed, snuggled
Against each other
Skin against skin
The mask is stripped off
Slave of the one
And master of all
Determine
Your emotional makeup
If you would say audibly
All you had done in thought
The ritual and taboo
Confronting
The shadow man's
Hidden nature, had
Left their traces
The skin was mottled
Red and white
The skin was mottled
Red and white
Unconscious fantasies
Completely revise
Our notions of what
Our poor bodies can endure
Rediscovery of lost
Primordial images
To penetrate
The underside of life
And to bow
To the common consensus
Of the traditions
Of primitive man
Just emerged
From the primate stage
On the throne of
The abomination
Red and white
The skin was mottled
Red and white
Everyone
Has his assigned role
No one had a choice
Two parts of the same whole
Victims as well as
Executioners
Body writhed, snuggled
Against each other
Skin against skin
The mask is stripped off
Slave of the one
And master of all
Determine
Your emotional makeup
If you would say audibly
All you had done in thought
But when the despotic prince
Ceases to uplift his arm
It is fear
Added to fear
The steps of
The temple of virtue
Are flooded with blood
Perverse lusts of the
Apostate angels
Everyone
Has his assigned role
No one had a choice
Two parts of the same whole
Victims as well as
Executioners
Body writhed, snuggled
Against each other
Skin against skin
The mask is stripped off
Slave of the one
And master of all
Determine
Your emotional makeup
If you would say audibly
All you had done in thought
Credits
Writer(s): Sublime Cadaveric Decomposition
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