Killtheslavemaster. The Artisans Of Dominion: Part I. The Orchestration Of Sodom. Zeneszám

Love's wings charred - Once halo now horns,
Hunting the carnal lamb,
Angelik thoughts twist as ornaments to masturbate the covet of man,
Master upon your throne,
To orchestrate the dreams of burning husk,
The union of flesh,
Piercing her soul as innocence withers to dust.

Bleeding in your symphony of flesh,
Raveled in your strings hollow beckons of angels adorned in blood,
Chanting cacophonous hymns as your kisses crucify her in flames,
To suffer at your feet,
Bastard...

Fall to your knees and look to the sky,
Staring into the vengeance,
Suffocating on her soul baring your throat nude,
Caressing the skin with steel,
The union of flesh and justice