My father

Lord of silence supreme God of desolation

Who mankind reviles yet aches to embrace

Strengthen my purpose to save the world

From a second ordeal of Jesus Christ

And his grubby mundane creed

Two thousand years have been enough

Show man instead the raptures of thy kingdom

Infuse in him the grandeur of melancholy

The divinity of loneliness

The purity of evil

The paradise of pain pain pain pain pain

Cast out from heaven

We were both created in man's image

But while you were born of an impotent God

I was conceived of a jackal

Born of Satan

The desolate one

The desolate one

Fallen angel cast out from heaven

The pain on the Christ

What but I suplaid to compare the

I can like here the my father

And my bright depresed appoined in the off

Christ Christ colour this colour this colour this

Colour this colour this Christ Christ Christ Christ