Throne of Sin - Crystalic, Lars Eikind

An embodiment of purity.

Soon to be defiled

Her god cannot protect her from me Pray now every prayer you know

Soon you won’t remember a single one

An angel depraved

For hours and hours without end

The whiteness of snow replaced by pure filth

Her torn body abandoned

For lesser vultures to feast on over and over again…

An angel depraved

Her bare skin, tempting me Sit beside me, on my throne of sin

No room for redemption

Among the wicked

To pity those below you

Is to lower yourself

You let down your guard

For a blink of an eye

And you’ll surely find me Tainting your flock

An angel depraved

Her bare skin, tempting me Sit beside me, on my throne of sin

On my throne of sin…