I serve my Lord, the Great Divine.
With tainted passion, a vile pride.
An Angel cast aside as swine.
The eternal break from life’s damned ride.

A Shadow-born Valkyrie unto the Lord of Mourning.
A Light-forsaken sage, loathed by the world.
Seen as a blight, exiled from Morning.
Heaved from Heaven, saved as leathery wings unfurled.

In the Dark Mission Bells toll,
In name of the Beast, my Keeper.
Up the brimstone fires roll,
‘Tis the life of my lovelorn Reaper.

If God truly gives us his love
Why does death seem such a prize?
Satan’s gift, greater than Above.
What you call Hell is Paradise.

Wind whistles through the hole you left in my calloused heart
Lucifer’s flames roil there in your place
You left me shattered, transfixed by a dart
Your devil’s now my saving grace

I am the black lamb; disciple of Death,
For God is not but the puppet of man.
Always pushed for that next painful breath,
As the true relief, priests say He’s banned.

My soulless body, now Lord Grim’s.
You made as cold as a stone.
From the Shadow we sing our hymns.
You left me broken; All alone.

Ruler of the hours from dusk ‘til dawn,
You threw me away, now I’m at home in Hell.
A seraph said to be Satan-spawn.
You took my hope; My life’s been quelled.

Blessed be thy Redeemer as I’m dying for death,
Along with life you took my soul.
Bury me before I die and steal away this cursed breath,
Never again will I be whole.

To love is to live; to live is to die,
Christ knows this all to well.
It’s the reason we ask why,
And find ourselves in hell.
 
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