Enuh (Aren't we but savages?)

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Azrael The Silent Angel

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If I should die before the wake
I pray my Lord my soul to take
In absence of these temperaments
My laughters gone with thy consent
A moral sin I have commit
The rods not spared from my remiss
These awful deeds they beckon me
By eyes declared sweet reckoning
And nights abroad
To thine homage
A tattered gown
Unfathomed horror
Was but a tale
They told in bore
A hundred proof
Stained with life's vermouth
Tried hard to end what hands command
Suffice to say my thoughts aloft
This son of man's been branded thee outlandish
By Qain's remarks
The sevenfold of punishment
Behold I raise my sacrifice
She be the first of many fruits
Untarnished gifts
I heave this time by my design
She has but lavish curves
I have but barish hooves
Wretched and imperfect
Advent for harboured truths
By the way of what they say
By way of what have may
By the way, black moons have lit
Here's hoping for the next is yet
To all befall the way my pride hath kissed
Those moist precious lips, the finest silk
Aren't we but savages
With more than great resolve
No less than savages
To whom erased them all
Irreconcilable this shame to be a part
Hazards of Beelzebub
They know no other god
I do repent
In hate lament
I do repent
Since fate torments
I do repent
Away with guilt
I do repent
The serpent's wield
I do repent
Oh hands be still
I do repent
I mustn't kill
I do repent
At last, I yield
Do not repent
Their blood must spill
The second movement
An equal opportunist
Join with me
And once be free
This great event
Will do us both congruent
Remain in this content
These harlot acts
Destroy the pearl of innocence
It shall be blamed with me
All glory soon returns to decadence
Contentions whither
Inflict what joy delivers
Forever immortalized
When their ears
Hear of our thrillers
Release her true form
No proof of life
Do no harm
By my design
May as well
Have met these hands
Then to fall by Odin's sword
This is who we are
Hell never comes to those
Like us
This is the work of God
Though in pain are deeds
Compeer despair
The war within our hearts
Refurbished grace to art
With steady hands
The mind and spirit
Suffers not
Aren't we but savages
With more than great resolve
No less than savages
To whom erased them all
Irreconcilable this shame to be a part
Hazards of Beelzebub
They know no other god

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