A higher power under ground
From seraph skies and now to chaos bound
He is sitting sacred and profound
In midst of sinners licking up to kiss his crown
Pathetic humans in despair
Defaced, deflowered, now to death devout
A fallen angel in his glare
In midst of sinners kneeling down before his clout
Old one
Master
All beauty lies within
Old one
Master
All beauty lies within you
This oasis is a poisoned well
Of rotting carcasses that clog the deep
A prince in exile here in hell
In midst of sinners flocking up like soulless sheep
Old one
Master
All beauty lies within
Old one
Master
All beauty lies within you
Old one
Master
All beauty lies within
Satan
Master
All beauty lies within...
...Your infernal majesty
From seraph skies and now to chaos bound
He is sitting sacred and profound
In midst of sinners licking up to kiss his crown
Defaced, deflowered, now to death devout
A fallen angel in his glare
In midst of sinners kneeling down before his clout
Master
All beauty lies within
Old one
Master
All beauty lies within you
Of rotting carcasses that clog the deep
A prince in exile here in hell
In midst of sinners flocking up like soulless sheep
Master
All beauty lies within
Old one
Master
All beauty lies within you
Master
All beauty lies within
Satan
Master
All beauty lies within...
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By Meliora the Anti-Christ had been conceived (Opus Epnoymous) and born (Infestissumam) and is now here. The narrator is worshiping the Devil and finds it funny yet pathetic that only now are normal people following suit, and in such numbers it looks like a sea of people clogging around his Majesty, the old one, Satan.