Masks of God - Akercocke

King of Kings

King of Jews, Messiah

Seductive pain, delicious pain

The drag of the wounds

Of the nails in his hands

Writhe and dance apon the cross…

Embracing knowledge of Angels

Begotten not made

This senseless vanity

Of the Nazarene — puppet of God, Jesus

The agony is beginning

To lose its sweetness

Veiled yet revealed

Glorious no longer

Bought low before his flock

Behold the man — Jesus

I am the shadow

I hear no reflection

In the mirror of Angels

I have no obligation to reason

Submission is sweet

Chaste virgin mother

Crowned in thorns

And nailed to die

With no mask of god to hide

«I am inside you

Angel look at me»

Blessed be this cunt of god

Blessed be

The agony is beginning

To lose its sweetness