And the angels lusted for the daughters of men,
And for this they have fallen.
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.
No, no.
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,
And 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 burned me
You are the one who cut me
You are the one who wronged me
You are the one who raped me
No, no.
