Envy of the Seraph

Somnus

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Blood riddled pages by candlelight I read
Blasphemous verses of sinful needs
Drawing me away from my heavenly ties
Replacing my thoughts with beautiful cries
Calling to me from the high rocks below
The time has come now, we shall take the throne

I will take their souls — and kill all mortals

Plagues by envy in me — he once was king
A prize more pure than gold — a gift but not for me

Taking our places before this weak man
We shall never bow below his right hand
Storming the heavens reclaiming what's ours
With the blessing of the night, his weak soul is devoured
On this night we'll take his throne
We'll take his throne with the absence of light

I will take their souls from you unseen by the God, the king, the jew
Deceived by me (in the name of Christ)
And I'll take back their fucking souls