[Lyric] Congress with the Demon (Sorrow Enthroned)

From your birth to death will I wander through your heart and mind
Tongue and hands and feet do I claim as my own tools of trade
Though I live my push you’ll resist as if I could be damned
And know that if I so did wish your skin I’d rip to bits by your own hand

“Get thee back!”
“Pentagrams burn thy flesh”

O thou fool my breast is of fire five they dwell inside
Water feasts and spirit creeps and all before your eyes
I open your doors of perception senses pulled from thee
Cease your speech as I your demon tend to thee from seed to tree

Hail thyself

Ancient rite of sacred serpent samekh shines suprеme
My will is your will and my mouth speaks great blasphеmies
Endless hordes of five and four infernal lords of war
To your power I bestow for star we share she knoweth us more

“Get thee back!”
“Lucifer rebukes thee”
We are he