Hornhead Prod. by Grieg by The4realmcg Lyrics
I'm a Shakespearean chameleon, shapeshifter
Trickster of these ages maybe since baby Assyrians
Glimpsing in the river's mirror, seeing maybe Narcissius
His every appearance mysterious so put me on your reading list!
Gather 'round little boys and girls, it's story time!
Twas more than just a dark stormy night
Lighting strikes, once, twice, three times the charm
The fortune teller was right, at midnight the clock tower is wrong
Struck it's lost hour of thirteen
Cathedral bells ring my death kneels ding dong
Sing the song of me gone!
But if you want to know the tale behind history's worst
Then listen close for the kind of sermon you won't hear at church
So let us first turn back a page to the dawn of all the world
To God the Father and Mother Earth
Who brought forth the two most blessed births of Man and Angel
And whilst precious Christ was prophesized for earth
I, his jealous, long forgotten brother was a-cursed with her
Oh, it all returns to God's lover girl Mother Earth
Who wrought storm after storm upon the poor son she birthed
Under the yolke of that smothering mother, crying under the covers
But a child hiding from her like a worm squirms from a bird
Bore love for her but love for her was just a verb
That reversed to hate if I stole a feather away from the nest she nursed
Scarred by every flesh and psyche shredding peck from her perch
Son of a broken home and hearth who knew not love's warmth or worth
Yet after endless arguments which never worked
Finally turned around and told her "No, not another word."
But before she spoke, "I brought you into this world
I can take you out of it,"
Turned her favorite phrase around a bit
And raped Gaia until thats mother's "un-earthed"
As I raise myself up from under her
And slithered upward, overlord of the underworld
Dropped acid, added a d to evil
For my three nicknames of the LSD acronym
666, 3 digits of sin, contact him
But stick your contacts in
And read the microscopic white tint fine print
Before you contract him!
Oh so long ago as I became this dark and fallen thing
After Gaia's cries all throughout the heavens ring
Fired by angel's choirs as forked tongues only half sing
Shedding feathers, outstretching leather black vampire bat wings
My squire asks "sire?" with a basilisk sting
As all serpents are my servants
As the great crimson Dragon King!
Of Mercury's red hot empire
On his volcano-mouth throne
Below which your cast down souls burn post pyre
And perspire in my demon Friar's human deep-frier
With my horns in a crown of hellfire and burnt brimstone
Overseeing eternal torture, my own being this accursed boredum
That ever still grows like this pain all of time won't abate
That still won't just-go away, no, it won't
No matter how much of it I bring to others, it don't
Nothing left but nothingness where once was this soul
Now this hole filled whole by all my subconscious guilt's ghosts
Which broke this stone frosbit cold vandablack cardiac
As those apparitions gloat how I got the worst punishment in this-whole shit-show!
Like how'd I ever cast down this low...
Yet I crack a shiteating grin whenever I reminisce
On my fall from on high I look upon with the same pride that preeceeded it!
Called up to His tribunal
To answer for Gaia and my crimes entire
Defend myself at my own trial as my own lawyer but I'm a known liar!
So with excellence and elegance and most erudite eloquence
Heh, I took "sin" itself and yes I defended it!
Of course it was me who posioned humanity's seed
When I dangled the forbidden apple above Adam and Eve
And as far as who'll throw Christ on the crucifix?
Twas Pontus Pilat, Tiberius and Iscariot
I'll just be who scribbled blueprints to do the shit
And drew the sigil of Baphomet across the Holy Cross scrawled into it!
Yet when I pled innocent as a fly
A death sentence was rejected by the jury of Seraphim
Literal hell my prison cell
So when I cried, "please just let this puny mortal die!"
God came down from the clouds and granted me immortal life
Left the prince of darkness but still mourning light
Of the angels still prancing in their damn infernal paradise!
But when I take breath and return
And drag you all to the netherworld
You'll curse the day you were ever birthed
And yearn for a death you'll never earn
As you toss and turn and churn as you squirm like pathetic, wretched worms
And in the blood orange-circled, sun melting inferno of my fiery furnace forever burn!
So call me damned, less than a man
That shorthand for evil you know so well
Raper of Nature, defier of Creators
Murderer of messiahs, landlord of hell
Once the most beautiful angel who ever fell
Now call me the incarnate of pure evil itself
Oh please! My only sin is I play the villain too well!
And if sympathy for the devil's what you've ever felt
You'd do well to remember my sob story is an old yarn, a darn story
I spin and weave into this tapestry of tragedy
I tell to put any damn jury that dare judge me under my spell!
And given their foolish tender hearts, it's never been that hard a sell
All bullshit, the truth is Mother Nature was an angel, and I am, well....
So keep your pity, save your sympathy, play the violin strings for yourself
Bittersweet, darling but there's a little bit of me in everyone else!
And thus it was written a twist in it to make this plot thicken like I'm frickin' Charles dickens
So even if the thickest fog lifted like a curtain
You still wouldn't see thru the mist, you'd be missing the entire whirlwind!
Trickster of these ages maybe since baby Assyrians
Glimpsing in the river's mirror, seeing maybe Narcissius
His every appearance mysterious so put me on your reading list!
Gather 'round little boys and girls, it's story time!
Twas more than just a dark stormy night
Lighting strikes, once, twice, three times the charm
The fortune teller was right, at midnight the clock tower is wrong
Struck it's lost hour of thirteen
Cathedral bells ring my death kneels ding dong
Sing the song of me gone!
But if you want to know the tale behind history's worst
Then listen close for the kind of sermon you won't hear at church
So let us first turn back a page to the dawn of all the world
To God the Father and Mother Earth
Who brought forth the two most blessed births of Man and Angel
And whilst precious Christ was prophesized for earth
I, his jealous, long forgotten brother was a-cursed with her
Oh, it all returns to God's lover girl Mother Earth
Who wrought storm after storm upon the poor son she birthed
Under the yolke of that smothering mother, crying under the covers
But a child hiding from her like a worm squirms from a bird
Bore love for her but love for her was just a verb
That reversed to hate if I stole a feather away from the nest she nursed
Scarred by every flesh and psyche shredding peck from her perch
Son of a broken home and hearth who knew not love's warmth or worth
Yet after endless arguments which never worked
Finally turned around and told her "No, not another word."
But before she spoke, "I brought you into this world
I can take you out of it,"
Turned her favorite phrase around a bit
And raped Gaia until thats mother's "un-earthed"
As I raise myself up from under her
And slithered upward, overlord of the underworld
Dropped acid, added a d to evil
For my three nicknames of the LSD acronym
666, 3 digits of sin, contact him
But stick your contacts in
And read the microscopic white tint fine print
Before you contract him!
Oh so long ago as I became this dark and fallen thing
After Gaia's cries all throughout the heavens ring
Fired by angel's choirs as forked tongues only half sing
Shedding feathers, outstretching leather black vampire bat wings
My squire asks "sire?" with a basilisk sting
As all serpents are my servants
As the great crimson Dragon King!
Of Mercury's red hot empire
On his volcano-mouth throne
Below which your cast down souls burn post pyre
And perspire in my demon Friar's human deep-frier
With my horns in a crown of hellfire and burnt brimstone
Overseeing eternal torture, my own being this accursed boredum
That ever still grows like this pain all of time won't abate
That still won't just-go away, no, it won't
No matter how much of it I bring to others, it don't
Nothing left but nothingness where once was this soul
Now this hole filled whole by all my subconscious guilt's ghosts
Which broke this stone frosbit cold vandablack cardiac
As those apparitions gloat how I got the worst punishment in this-whole shit-show!
Like how'd I ever cast down this low...
Yet I crack a shiteating grin whenever I reminisce
On my fall from on high I look upon with the same pride that preeceeded it!
Called up to His tribunal
To answer for Gaia and my crimes entire
Defend myself at my own trial as my own lawyer but I'm a known liar!
So with excellence and elegance and most erudite eloquence
Heh, I took "sin" itself and yes I defended it!
Of course it was me who posioned humanity's seed
When I dangled the forbidden apple above Adam and Eve
And as far as who'll throw Christ on the crucifix?
Twas Pontus Pilat, Tiberius and Iscariot
I'll just be who scribbled blueprints to do the shit
And drew the sigil of Baphomet across the Holy Cross scrawled into it!
Yet when I pled innocent as a fly
A death sentence was rejected by the jury of Seraphim
Literal hell my prison cell
So when I cried, "please just let this puny mortal die!"
God came down from the clouds and granted me immortal life
Left the prince of darkness but still mourning light
Of the angels still prancing in their damn infernal paradise!
But when I take breath and return
And drag you all to the netherworld
You'll curse the day you were ever birthed
And yearn for a death you'll never earn
As you toss and turn and churn as you squirm like pathetic, wretched worms
And in the blood orange-circled, sun melting inferno of my fiery furnace forever burn!
So call me damned, less than a man
That shorthand for evil you know so well
Raper of Nature, defier of Creators
Murderer of messiahs, landlord of hell
Once the most beautiful angel who ever fell
Now call me the incarnate of pure evil itself
Oh please! My only sin is I play the villain too well!
And if sympathy for the devil's what you've ever felt
You'd do well to remember my sob story is an old yarn, a darn story
I spin and weave into this tapestry of tragedy
I tell to put any damn jury that dare judge me under my spell!
And given their foolish tender hearts, it's never been that hard a sell
All bullshit, the truth is Mother Nature was an angel, and I am, well....
So keep your pity, save your sympathy, play the violin strings for yourself
Bittersweet, darling but there's a little bit of me in everyone else!
And thus it was written a twist in it to make this plot thicken like I'm frickin' Charles dickens
So even if the thickest fog lifted like a curtain
You still wouldn't see thru the mist, you'd be missing the entire whirlwind!