Babalon A.D Lyrics

I bled on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata, boredAnd as I threw Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred wretch
To see if I drew pity
Or pretty litanies from the LordSo the plot sickened
With the coming of days
Ill millennia thickened
With the claret I sprayed
And though they saw red
I left a dirty white stain
A splintered knot in the grain
On Eden's marital aid
So glad for the madnessSo glad for the madnessI walked the walks naked to the moon
In Sodom and Babylon
And through rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican
I led a sordid Borgia onI read the Urilia text

So that mortals wormed
As livebait for the deadAnd as I broke hope, I chocked
Another Pope with manna peel
Dictating to DeSade
In the dark entrails of the Bastille
And as He wrote, I smote
A royal blow to the heads of France
And in the sheen of guillotines
I saw others, fallen, dance
I was an incurable
Necromantic old fool
A phagadaena that crawled
Drooling over the past
A rabid wolf in a shawl
A razor's edge to the rule
That the stars overall
Were never destined to lastSo glad for the madnessSo glad for the madnessI furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep
Turning sermons with the smell
Of Witchfinder fingers
Where bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante
Was freed to map HellI sired schemes and the means
To catch sight of the seams
And the vagaries inbetween...And midst the lips and the curls
Of this cunt of a world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for meEyes of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that surpassed art
In sight, that no intense device of pain
Could prise their secrets from my heartI knew not Her name
Though her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of shame
As either Virtue of Sin's
And pressed to Her curve
I felt my destiny swere
From damnation reserved
To a permanent grin...So glad for the madnessSo glad for the madness
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