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