Therion
Slayer of dreams and reality
Bow down to his Therion Majesty
Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy,
But too Frail, but too Weak,
Were these words of The Transgressor
of Our Argentine Destiny
Reigned with Blood
And with Blood You shall Fall
Never denounce the ways of The Wicked
For the Wicked you Have Become
I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ,
Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice,
But you Are The Beast
Therion Majesty
Can't control your own destiny
The one who used to fight monsters,
Became a Monster Himself
Look beyond the Book,
See the Truth lying there,
Gagged and Hooked,
Silence screaming to Be Free
The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee
The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside
The Beast dwells in your Pride
Dipped in Argentine and Insanity,
Captivated by the touch
Never looking beyond the Sin,
For the Scene remains Empty
I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ,
Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice,
But you Are The Beast
Therion Majesty
Can't control your own destiny
The one who used to fight monsters,
Became a Monster Himself
In your mind
When the world Falls,
Parodiso will open her halls
But not for you,
Inferno Cries out for you
Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny
I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ,
Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice,
But you Are The Beast
Therion Majesty
Can't control your own destiny
The one who used to fight monsters,
Became a Monster Himself
Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012
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