The sands of my soul slip through the hourglass
Dripping into the darkness, burning through the light like an acid
I am above the sanctuary of god, and below the turmoil of Satan.
With anger ripe from feeding on hatred so pure
I burn the twisted image of your dead god
Under the fire of the witch’s corpse I dance the dance of death
See me now oh holy one, and look upon blasphemy so raw
I am the eternal visage of the one true sin
Your god has born me with his adulterous seed
And I seethe with the anger of a thousand jealous angels
In atonement I sacrifice my father, the lord and his son the devil
Purest is the blackened art of my terrible magic.
Demons, Angels, and mortals all suffer my wrath
And as the sands slip away, my souls fire shrivels and gasps
Clenching on to one last sin and utterance of blasphemy
The fire burns bright alas, one last time
Burning in one breath all of existence
I am the alpha and omega, the birth and death of all
Suffer and rejoice in the cleansing of your life

K, that was a happy little ditty full of sunshine and daisies.
It was alright, but nothing I'd go out of my way for unless it had some darn good music to it. Just not my thing lyrically, but I didn't see anything I'd change in it wordwise.

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its pretty cool IMO, kinda obituary like tunes under it and it would be neat.

Man, everytime I look at this I read it as The Fire of Excretion. And that's just wrong. Sounds like an ode to butt blistering hotsauce.

(Can you tell I'm Walpurgis' mom? Now really. And there's a houseful of us.)

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"The sands of my soul slip through the hourglass
Dripping into the darkness, burning through the light like an acid
I am above the sanctuary of god, and below the turmoil of Satan."

Haha now that could actually be interpreted in the excretion sense.

There was an angry comment made here, I changed it because it was dumb.

Nooo, just the title.

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No, that's because I was being sarcastic.