Macabre Holy Pleasure -

God I owe you, for giving me this life of macabre holy pleasure

and ohh I’m quite aware, that old Lucifer could take it all away

but God, I knew that your tree of grief is planted firmly

your only son was killed, and then returns the worlds sweetest zombie

and the world which he died, is in six feet in my womb

But God I see, a shadow outside my window

and ohh I’m so afraid, that it’s old Lucifer’s gonna take it all away

and now the moon comes, and I see your son melting in the ruin (roman?) sun

And ohh I’m so glad (?), cause old Lucifer haunts me every day

Yes Old Lucifer Haunts me every day

Every day

Every day