Or wandering star
Shalt witness my defeat

Born of jackal in the Vatican
To a loathesome flock
I have crept behind the drapes
And a wizard there is not
Just a white flag blackened by
Singing weapons that have led
A faith that soon dominions over
Desert kingdoms of the dead

I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench
Of Judas in the dozens

Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am The Thorn

Tangled are the thickets
That spare the virgin heart
From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark

Mountaineers that strive so far
For a Heaven grown from reach
That love herself is fabled
To be missing from their peaks
Save in one sole tower
Where the presence of a rod
Stays the sleeping beauty
From the prying fingers of the mob


I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench
Of Judas in the dozens


Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am The Thorn

I am The Thorn

I am the Spear of Longinus
The Sword of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus
The hammer of the gods in the prophet's teeth

I am The Thorn

Saint Disgustus, President Evil
Great white hopes of a shark eyed people
Lights of the world now flicker and die

Impaled in the race. in the paling face
Where forked tongues pricked the skies
Choking on these words as i slither to their ear
As lightning strikes their blinded minds

I am The Thorn

I am not the hand of God...
I am The Thorn
I am not the hand of God...
I am The Thorn

Territorial theives
Ever stealing thunder for religious causes
I will bring you all down to your knees
And fuck you over

Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am The Thorn