Creature of a Heretical Genus / Creature of a Heretical Genius

I am the serpent The bull who thrashed his limbs Lately I've beheld the pagan Angel by my door Beauty beyond description For roses I gave thorns And for thorns, roses The voice of indignation spewed from the throat of God This, I am sure of But there is no God Only men who claim themselves as such And the sheep who follow the leader They are the voice, those men I follow not them But my master Satan Black as sin and pale as death Are the forests of Baphomet So sweet flies the blooderfly Blood butterfly Red as my master In kingdom of sulfur Visions of black and violet Gods we called upon Gods we call the ancient ones Creature of heretical genus Creature of heretical genius Springwinter necrotears of Abbadon "Shorn tears falling unto the eighth abyss" "Like the wolf and the lion Comes forth now a Bounty of wrath, strength-filled mist" "Stronger than my will for death Is my lust for your last breath" "I entered the eternally burning flame In liquid sulfuric And only felt tepid upon my exit".