LuciPhilosophaster Lyrics

"I glimpse in the darkness,
God without a throne,
Shadows swirling beside Him
In a kingdom of sand and stone.
The shadows they quiver with malice,
Refusing the touch of the light.
What is it that lurks on
The desert air tonight?"

His wretched breath, graveolent exhaust,
To enmire the Christ in noxious froth,
Seething 'tween the teeth whose gnawing inspired Dante's awe.

Scaled in hematitic pride,
For the Deity his heart defied,
Wearing Hell's grotesqueries from hoof to sable eye.

This archetypical misanthrope,
Skulks his once-angelic bulk,
To God swathed in a threadbare cloak...

Creation recoils at his presence.
Light shines not upon his frame.
Nature bays its terror:
"Anathema! Corrosion incarnate!"

"Nazarene...
Bow down thy brow...
To me.
Nazarene...
All I shall give...
To thee."

Sweet and honey-viscous this reprisal of deceit,
The serpent emerged from Eden's curse to strike messianic feet,
But for his thrice-plied sirenical guile this slavering drake receives...
A double-edged sword glossectomy.

"Satan! Get thee from me!
Worship God only..."

Thus Heaven, seraphim-tongued,
Threads space with bipolar songs,
Both joy and lament; the Saviour, the serpent,
Rent from their benedight throng...

LuciPhilosophaster!