Destroy the life of grace and create damnation For thine brethren hath forsaken thee Their tongues hath spoken with split intentions Uttered visions words that slithers down the spine For amongst the damned you must wander And conjure the seven demons within yourself Hath not thine heart felt the yearning To unleash the hell that weighs you down? The lesser of minds are the oppressors of the self Sleepwalking angels blindfolded and pinioned Thy righteous power that exonerates the seven Is to feed upon the mundane delights O joy be thy name incarnated by the light og the bearer May his weapon of delight be thine evidence enshrined Rejoice in thy name and welter in cardinal sins For thee rometh again to pester and to create tribulaion
hath, thine, thy, pinioned, tribulaion