Christ and the pale queens I am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by myself Alone I am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me That the sun is ignited I am the reason that it is Not made perceptible by anyone else Rather I am the one I own every being that lives, draws breath, and soothes to gaze at my countenance I have created mirrors in which I consider myself without end Through wonders of my originality i have prepared for myself these mirrors So they may revend and maintain song of praise For I have a voice like a thunderbolt by which i keep in motion the entire universe In the living sounds of all creation and this I have done who am the ancient of days By my word which was and is without beginning i calls all the mighty lights to emerge And in this light countless sparks which are angels But when the angels came to awareness withint their light They forgot me and wanted to be as i am Therefore the vengeance of my punitive zeal rejected in thunderclaps those beings Which had presumed to contradict me For there is only one God and no other but me Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow And we bow our knees before him Who is dead from the beginning And his law was the law of the lies And his temples were temples of pain His Christ and his pale queens mighty in sorrow With their dogma and their doctrine of deceit He created thw world in his glory So we should offer him praise But Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Wait in judgment with their feet bathed in blood Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow A world without end, amen From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow A trinity of lies and deceit And their love was for them and their friends And their lies for books they wrote And their deceit bring down my pain And the mushroom clouds were falling Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Shall wait at the end of all time Will you believe in a God that is dead? Who may die in an article of faith Whose beauty is nailed to our face A Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow The fates and faith of the dead Sometimes falling softly like winter's snow Sometimes falling ice so hard with red rain made of blood Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow A throne at the end of the road We shall crawl with our knees so broken Ripped and torn and burned and pulled and dragged on the way We were turning, we were burning in the fires And the people that stoked it are they It was Christ that left tenants of love The Armageddon angels of bliss Apocalypse with a kiss From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow And every Apocalypse was theirs And the fun of the fare, impaled And their flames were the shadows on our lives Flames filled with war Turning and burning at the gods Of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow How much longer do we live under a cloud In the shadow of shit that they gave us Every religion has its price And we have all paid and paid and paid and paid Again and again and again And we carry our pain in our blood He was not alone when he shed the red fluid of his life It was finished for him but not us And they stand still in their judgment of us Oh Christ and the pale queens Christ and the pale queens And soon their turn shall come Will they turn on the rack as before And dogs cast their throats to the sun As we cast down these idols Oh Christ and your pale queens mighty in sorrow Give us your blessing, give us your hearing Look upon on us your children with love We have sinned, we have burned, we are wrong But give us your blessing, not your vengeance Oh Christ and your gods Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ! Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Look on this, look on this your handiwork All of this is yours Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Again and again you give and you take away And all that we are left with now is filth Gentle, innocent and mild Mighty one is love alone My saviour's love to me Love to the loveless So that we might love thee Gentle, Jesus is a shine You in your sole corner And me in mine I am the law of the laws He came down from heavens and danced on the earth The tune of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow And wars upserged the flame of locusts And many years of many more to come Thanks to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow And give every Christmas wrapped in the colour of the pale sheep of Galilea Nail to each promise Oh Christ and the pale queens give us mercy They're so good and they're so fine Giver and taker of life A kiss from the Apocalypse Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow
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