Hoof - Black Drug

Theia - wasn't one
To reap the mercy of God
The Eye of the village
Will dictate the fate
And oppress all prayers of the raped

A presence of a whisper that said
"Seek out a potion to voice the dead"
Startled she preached "This is all I long for"

Age Old All-Knowing fall to knee
And praise her vigorous impiety

Puritan lusting influence and bitter witchcraft
Moulding Divine Will through murmured jargon

Heart in Limbo
Mind in Hell
The void inhaled her illusory soul

Fantasies of unfaithful men poisoned and diseased
Begging for release of death's cold grip
Shrieking her laments to an apathetic sky
Peace resides, drop out. Fall back into a former time

Childhood visions
Simpler times
An honest seed sprouting hatred
Epoch of faith led in chains
She sets flame to the scripture
Submits to illicit ritual
Bows to the candles in lieu of crucifix

Her conscious slips into the night
The body and mind open wide -
Summon an offering from the other side
Sweet substance rectify

Fooled by the cheekiness of a seasoned tongue
With the bodies entwined the soul is no longer young
Her delusions allure
An infernal calling