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You Are Welcome To The Church Of The Fucked Up Little Funky Dude With The Skull Face
And Many Ideas To Wreck Your Mind
For That We Each Are A Sort Of
Play the audio to begin the trip
For in my whereless roams, I came upon strange glade
It was the valley where whispers wend
Homing a chapel where mysteries end
And midst walls adorned in simple grace,
I discovered haven where all find place
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And I met a cenobite who there resides
a sage of secrets, with wisdom so vast
bearer of saintness and sins, one treading the lines
Candle shining light to shadows once cast...
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WE WAIL, WE SCREAM, WE YELL
LOUD AS THE CHAPEL'S BELLS
A THOUSAND VOICES TOGETHER KNELL
UPON GOD'S HOLY YET FRAGILE VEIL
LORD OF SADISM, SHAN'T YOU BRING YOUR CHILDREN PEACE?
MAY YOU, LORD, END THIS TRAGEDY PIECE?
Amidst each line a mistery you've hid
Amidst each collumn a void for mind to fill
thy false majesty laid thousands unforbid
with your bizarre, evil, ambiguous will
Strange God of Narcisus
I am sworn to break your every lie
I bring bring them all the light
I will set free, angel maker, chain breaker
I turn Monster slayer
Now close your eyes
Chant calmly with me
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fiery hands touch coldly
tongue whip lash teach
teach me o so dear wholy
things that numb the mind of each
I am the father of sister-Moon,
one whom brother-Sun denied
I am the mere candle holder
to show what shadow had in hold
I am beast and I am man
I stand in duality of the saints
I am not evil, yet I'm impure
for my blood-in-vein is crooked,
but not by choice.
My beast is pure, and my beast is tame
But beast none the less,
horrid and abominable,
shall not sight a streak of daylight,
condemned to moonlit roam 'bove earth,
in helpless attempt to prove its fellows
to be good, lionhearted
a beast beast-slayer, fierce protector,
made less monstrous
I am Isengard,
Azathoth,
Rhan-Tegoth,
And any other vile
names that frighten
I am the Bringer, I am the Bane, I am the Evil, and i am no Saint
Come to me all,
the dispersal wolves and the lost little lambs,
I am the sinner's candle.
Ave Senhor Bafomé
Round the foals around the pen
Make them settle easy and calm
Teach them to buck and teach them to break
So may they never be ridden by man
And here's the artwork, which is probably what you're here for
AVE BOM & AVE MAL
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