Enuh (Aren't we but savages?)

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