O' Child

I called upon
A mask of ancient fathers
Its soul mirrored my own
It’s a lie
From under my skin
I’m in love with a picture of my maker
A song of angels
A portrait of myself
I called myself God
The first sacrifice
Was self immolation
My ash scattered
Oh Child
You’ll never grow old
It’s a lie
From under my skin
I’m in love with a picture of my maker
A song of angels
A portrait of myself
Oh Child
You’ll never grow old
My memories of higher self
Daemon
My memories of true will
Daemon
My memories of higher self
Daemon
My memories of true will
Life