Akercocke - Praise The Name Of Satan

Mephistopheles

Extract from concealment

Enlightenment

A plethora of Cacodaemons

Emerge to defile me

Debase me

I dare not resist

But celebrate the pain



Drops of blood fall in time

With the beating of your heart

Foctid breath whispers

Are you the messiah?

Satan



Lacerate the soul

Dissect the ego

Naked I confront

The sheer cliff face of sanity

On which I gain no purchase

Attempt to climb

And make no progress

I am a blasphemy to Christ

Am I Jesus? Am I messiah?

Stone statue speaks

The winter of life too cold

Twisted Debaser

As the winds from the

Furthest reaches of Belial

Stir winter clouds across the moon

I hear the words of the master

For you and Satan