Satan Speaks – A Hill To Die Upon – letras

I am nature, the mighty motherI am the law: Ye have none otherI am the flower and the dewdrop freshI am the lust in your itching fleshI am the battle’s filth and strainI am the widow’s empty painI am the sea to smother your breathI am the bomb, the falling deathI am the fact and the crushing reasonTo thwart your fantasy’s new-born treasonI am the spider making her netI am the beast with jaws blood-wetI am a wolf that follows the sunAnd I will catch him ere day be doneI am satan, accuser accursedHeed not my words, I was not first