Sol Invictus.

For I sit here and ache with the angels, as darkness brings the winter,
Breath visible to the black satin sky, whilst the devil feeds from a sinner,
Trembling, emotionless to this deity in which  my saving grace,
Divinity in nothingness, cast no shadow on the rest of my days.

For heavy burden credo songbird will reach again, unconquered from fallen angels, 
I mourn among the whispering temptations of satanism, yet I burn with these demons,
Pulsating, vibrating, hearing my own symphony from the underbelly, 
Salvation, redemption, quiet are the screams that shower down to the many.

Devour my body to drench you in devil's lust, 
For the sun god I'm naked, in my soul I trust,

Now?
As they fall,

"Non ea sentio" I don't feel them,

Sol Invictus...