Better to reign in hell

Heart in hand p***ed to the clasp of pain
In a dark lowland that set bad blood in veins
Burning, like penal fires roused to strain
The jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses

The golden dawn
Lay lost to mist where
Emboldened thorns
Made their bed with toppled stones

He closed his eyes
Sunken to dream there of crow-black skies
And a great white empty throne
Horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions

He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry
And drifted back to when his stung its target
The sneer of Michael on a glorious high
Of angel dust and virtue by his side

Better to reign in hell

Drowning in the past
That downfall seemed like yesterday
Though blurred moons p***ed
As enemies in high places laughed

Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines
He rose snow blind, through shifting sands of time
Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines
The g****s of wrath grew fat on the vine

She came to him
A little whip of tantrums
Thrashed on velvet skins
That lines her wishbone henge

Her name was sin, a warming spurt of mantras
Splashed on occult tongues that whispered sweet revenge
For the shame of their crawl from grace
Cold and hollow as the grave

And for a **** and ruinous scourge
Spared for souls that shared God's worship
For now their throats coated notes with dirge
That poured from pa****ts to the pits below

Better to reign in hell

Drowning in the past
A wretched scream like yesterday
Died at last with the rising of the revenant dark
All sharpened claws and blunt discharge

I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord
Tearing at my carc*** heart
I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes
Of virtue slipping into ******* masks
Freewill made me better to reign in hell

And with new wings unfurled and spoken
He took to things that would desecrate the world
The seduction of both woman and man
For a ******* master plan

Better to reign in hell

Drowning out the past
Fool fates unwound cruel yesterdays
Beneath the stars
That staggered from the blast