Christ and the pale queens



I am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth

I am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by myself

Alone I am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me

That the sun is ignited I am the reason that it is

Not made perceptible by anyone else

Rather I am the one

I own every being that lives, draws breath, and soothes to gaze at my

 countenance

I have created mirrors in which I consider myself without end

Through wonders of my originality i have prepared for myself these mirrors

So they may revend and maintain song of praise

For I have a voice like a thunderbolt by which i keep in motion the entire

 universe

In the living sounds of all creation and this I have done who am the ancient of

 days

By my word which was and is without beginning i calls all the mighty lights to

 emerge

And in this light countless sparks which are angels

But when the angels came to awareness withint their light

They forgot me and wanted to be as i am

Therefore the vengeance of my punitive zeal rejected in thunderclaps those

 beings

Which had presumed to contradict me

For there is only one God and no other but me



Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

And we bow our knees before him

Who is dead from the beginning

And his law was the law of the lies

And his temples were temples of pain

His Christ and his pale queens mighty in sorrow

With their dogma and their doctrine of deceit

He created thw world in his glory

So we should offer him praise

But Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Wait in judgment with their feet bathed in blood

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

A world without end, amen

From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

A trinity of lies and deceit

And their love was for them and their friends

And their lies for books they wrote

And their deceit bring down my pain

And the mushroom clouds were falling

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Shall wait at the end of all time

Will you believe in a God that is dead?

Who may die in an article of faith

Whose beauty is nailed to our face

A Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

The fates and faith of the dead

Sometimes falling softly like winter's snow

Sometimes falling ice so hard with red rain made of blood

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

A throne at the end of the road

We shall crawl with our knees so broken

Ripped and torn and burned and pulled and dragged on the way

We were turning, we were burning in the fires

And the people that stoked it are they

It was Christ that left tenants of love

The Armageddon angels of bliss

Apocalypse with a kiss

From Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow



And every Apocalypse was theirs

And the fun of the fare, impaled

And their flames were the shadows on our lives

Flames filled with war

Turning and burning at the gods

Of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

How much longer do we live under a cloud

In the shadow of shit that they gave us

Every religion has its price

And we have all paid and paid and paid and paid

Again and again and again

And we carry our pain in our blood

He was not alone when he shed the red fluid of his life

It was finished for him but not us

And they stand still in their judgment of us

Oh Christ and the pale queens

Christ and the pale queens

And soon their turn shall come

Will they turn on the rack as before

And dogs cast their throats to the sun

As we cast down these idols

Oh Christ and your pale queens mighty in sorrow

Give us your blessing, give us your hearing

Look upon on us your children with love

We have sinned, we have burned, we are wrong

But give us your blessing, not your vengeance

Oh Christ and your gods

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ!

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Look on this, look on this your handiwork

All of this is yours

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Again and again you give and you take away

And all that we are left with now is filth

Gentle, innocent and mild

Mighty one is love alone

My saviour's love to me

Love to the loveless

So that we might love thee

Gentle, Jesus is a shine

You in your sole corner

And me in mine

I am the law of the laws

He came down from heavens and danced on the earth

The tune of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

And wars upserged the flame of locusts

And many years of many more to come

Thanks to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

And give every Christmas wrapped in the colour of the pale sheep of Galilea

Nail to each promise

Oh Christ and the pale queens give us mercy

They're so good and they're so fine

Giver and taker of life

A kiss from the Apocalypse

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow

Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow