Prophetical...part Iii Lyrics - Christ Agony

God - you were a martyr 

not worth praying 

your grave won't be adorned with flowers 

but with infants blood 

Satan touched the dawn 

and devoted the sky 

to the powers 

the sky born in the blood 

but out wedlock 

God, I scoff at your words 

couse your graves been spat with fire 

you won't be eternity 

you won't be nothingness 

The Subject on their knees 

bitterly accept these moments 

the satan is being coronated