Kill God

The angels hunt me down

Demons track my soul

Hiding in this human town

I remember my life’s one goal

A creation of the enlightened darkness

I had defied my own masters

For me no one was his highness

My mission was to be a martyr

My master’s hunter, the gothic angels

Are nearby, I sense them

My former army, now a stranger

If only I could save some of them

The devil is now the commander

And god himself the knight

Of this alliance I am the binder

But if only they could see the right

The pretty demons the hideous priests

Fire at me, at their will and accord

But I don’t care ‘bout these beasts

Good or bad, I’ll kill God

The Black Dove

she lay on the muddy side

pearls set to drop from her eyes

in her vicinity the others strayed

not bothering to wipe away the pain

perhaps she really is an outcast

not worthy of their clan

her color to all's dismay

was the darkest part of black

her beady eyes stay lost

no hope of help now pesters

a dark gloom is what's at bay

with every breath nearing closer

she sits there deathly still

calmer than the heart of doom, if it is

for she no longer cares

how her end comes after this

the sun grows black today

all light covered by a dark disc

the clan thinks the outcast is evil, pray

they don't know whats coming their way

for the darkened day makes the black one shine

she can feel the power in her veins

her stone eyes look now yellow

her brightness in now so clear

she spreads her wings so huge

like a swodsman heaving his weapon

the sparkle from her blinding

the black queen's mind now clearer.

The Holy Whore

She has seen it all, done it all
In more ways than one
For the one whom God you call
Uses her for sexual fun

Her body dipped in temptation
Her beauty undeniable
The queen of the fairy nation
But not told in any fable

She licks her lips and works her tongue
As she teases the lord for pleasure
Dancing to the song the angels sing
Her appeal has no level of measure

She enjoys her life, her godly lovers
What if she’s considered a tool
She says it aloud, never covers
Am the holy Whore, your God I rule.