Letra de Manden Med Leen - A Hill To Die Upon

"...Satan hath desired you, that he may sift [you] as wheat..."
Luke 22:31b KJV

I have mixed the wines at Shinar
I have planted the olives at Athens

Fire I fed to the fallen fold
And gifts I gave of gain-less gold

At Knossos I sanctified my horns - Wetted with virginity

Rightly I reveled 'mongst the rotted roots
And blood I begged of the boldest brutes

Albion gave me no saintless throne
My seed was wasted upon that isle

Creeds I craved of the carnal crowd
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But prayers were proffered by the pierced and proud

The new world has been my greatest pride
Where longest has been my lordly stride

Death I dreamed for the drowning dregs
And Love I lost between her lifeless legs

"Ye are of [your] father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do."
John 8:44 KJV

"From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him."
John 6:66 KJV

Let my scythe fall upon that field
And reap what the sky would yield