One Black Autumn

the harlot walks upon thegreen meadows, the lambof god by her side with amoral, and self-rightiouslaw, should crucify insatan's synagogue,standing above this mightyruin, where satan's firstvictory won, with flames offire, beneath a fatal tree,he stretches his druidpillars flare...in autumn came hisdeathlygroan, from withinand the pomp of war,rioted in human gore, withsweet defeat, death and woe...he withered up sweetzion's hill, from everynation of the earth, hewithered up jerusalem'sgates and in a dark landgave his birth, on theeuphrates satan stood,and over asia stretched hispride, then what camewas his mortal worm, butso translucent from within!the human form, a mortalworm, sacrifice, for my sinfeed the harlot, please beatthe bitch, writhe inhowlong, for my sin...