Throne of Sin

An embodiment of purity. Soon to be defiled
Her god cannot protect her from me Pray now every prayer you know
Soon you won’t remember a single one
An angel depraved
For hours and hours without end
The whiteness of snow replaced by pure filth
Her torn body abandoned
For lesser vultures to feast on over and over again…
An angel depraved
Her bare skin, tempting me Sit beside me, on my throne of sin
No room for redemption
Among the wicked
To pity those below you
Is to lower yourself
You let down your guard
For a blink of an eye
And you’ll surely find me Tainting your flock
An angel depraved
Her bare skin, tempting me Sit beside me, on my throne of sin
On my throne of sin…