Apostate Angels (Ritual and Taboo)

Everywhere The ritual and taboo Confronting The shadow man's Hidden nature, had Left their traces The skin was mottled Red and white The skin was mottled Red and white Unconscious fantasies Completely revise Our notions of what Our poor bodies can endure Rediscovery of lost Primordial images To penetrate The underside of life And to bow To the common consensus Of the traditions Of primitive man Just emerged From the primate stage On the throne of The abomination Red and white The skin was mottled Red and white Everyone Has his assigned role No one had a choice Two parts of the same whole Victims as well as Executioners Body writhed, snuggled Against each other Skin against skin The mask is stripped off Slave of the one And master of all Determine Your emotional makeup If you would say audibly All you had done in thought But when the despotic prince Ceases to uplift his arm It is fear Added to fear The steps of The temple of virtue Are flooded with blood Perverse lusts of the Apostate angels Everyone Has his assigned role No one had a choice Two parts of the same whole Victims as well as Executioners Body writhed, snuggled Against each other Skin against skin The mask is stripped off Slave of the one And master of all Determine Your emotional makeup If you would say audibly All you had done in thought