Arcturus – Of Nails and Sinners

“I know that without me God cannot live a moment;

If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost.”

[Angelus Silesius]

I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray

From the depth of the dark abyss where my heart fell

Expelled I was from your tedious grace to the pits of hell

So can you please cease to deplore my opposite, nay only way

For aeons I descended down

Till I saw the dreadful truth

of which man wouldn`t know

I, degraded bearer of thy sacred light

– to which I never again will bow

When I rise to avenge myself with darkness

The anger of the damned shall flow

I was cast out by the retinue of angels weak

Shone to the few who me would seek

A rebel I was, radiant my glow, afar,

My wisdom fathomed by the morningstar

And O you fools, in herdlike fight, stampede

And when creation falls, you must build anew,

With nails that sting My hands – They grow passionate on a lie.

But You know the veracious one was I