Meads Of Asphodel Angelwhore
I am the one who made you, I am the one who raised you.
I am the one who clothed you, I am the one who warmed
you.
On Eagles wings they mount and soar, to follow the path
of the angel whore,
To seduce the minds of mortal kind, to bleed their souls
and make them blind.
& The Devil grasped at the gurgling rill, overhung with
waters still,
‘Till a thousand years shall arise once more,
The celestial terror of the angel whore.
You are the one who cut me, you are the one who wronged
me,
You are the one, who raped me