Mazzatello Lyrics

Daily i used to get high and look up at the sky and wonder

Always was a frantic fellow with a lazy eye to wander

Wonder where i would have been. abide in sin to slide and falter

Falling to the knee to seek forgiveness, right beside the alter

With a weakened hand i count the knots as i recite the psalter

As the time gets nigh, the days get shorter and the nights get longer

Pray to walk the narrow gate, that i don't sway and i don't saunter

Praises to the one, above on high, who grant the might and power

Either you will stand and fight for nothing or you hide and cower

Enemies get leveled, my projected pain inside devour

Death is at the masters hand, as meteors collide and shower

Those who spar against the christly kingdom in the final hour

Spirit cast in swine, to trawl the mountainside and jump right off it

Cursed vineyards make for rotten grapes, and so the wine is sour

Ye may know them by the wretched fruits of what they try to offer

Enemies of JESUS CHRIST the LORD is all who i must conquer

With devotion, ever darkened, from within the martyrs shadow

Hallowed be the haunted high in heaven, where the graves are shallow

With the crushing weight of fate, of moth and rust and dust and metal

Waiting for the sweet release of death under the mazzatello

Frater nostrum gave you black colostrum from the teat of magick

Unbeknownst, the branded hexagram beneath his tattered habit

Rose a sign of times, of things to come, beyond the minds expansion

And of babylons affectionate embrace and buried talents

Had a quick communion with the judas, therein shared the chalice

In the throes of agony, the heretic will suffer hapless

As the great pathologist above bestow the final judgment

Of the papal throne and of the parasites inside the palace

With devotion, ever darkened, from within the martyrs shadow

Hallowed be the haunted high in heaven, where the graves are shallow

With the crushing weight of fate, of moth and rust and dust and metal

Waiting for the sweet release of death under the mazzatello