Lucifer
I’m not a man, born of the womb of a mother.
I am a creature, formed of brimstone and maelstrom.
A star of the morning, now a serpent of the night.
My baleful eyes, they have got you in their sight.
(May God Have Mercy upon Your Soul)

I ate the hearts of maidens, fair and kind.
My filthy claws, they pillage and corrupt.
I deserve nothing; only shame, stones, and sorrow.
I’ll be nailed to the cross, upside down.
(May God Have Mercy upon Your Soul)
Get away, there’s a rotten beast abound.
Call the guards, grab your torches, grab your pitchforks.
Don’t save me, I’m a worthless person.
Saint Michael, draw your sword.
Do not spare me.
(May God Have Mercy upon Your Soul)
This wooden box, reeks of wine and deception.
Tell me, Father, when am I too far gone?
When is it enough? Will you stand idly by?
Or is this all part of His Plans somehow?
Get away, there’s a rotten beast abound.
Call the guards, grab your torches, grab your pitchforks.
Don’t save me, I’m a worthless person.
Saint Michael, draw your sword.
(May God Have Mercy on Your Soul)

07 Lucifer

Kill Joy