Manden Med Leen

<p>Satan hath desired you, that he may sift (you) as wheat</p><p>I have mixed the wines at Shinar I have planted the olives at Athens Fire I fed to the fallen fold And gifts I gave of gain-less gold At Knossos I sanctified my horns Wetted with virginity Rightly I reveled 'mongst the rotted roots And blood I begged of the boldest brutes</p><p>Albion gave me no saintless throne My seed was wasted upon that isle Creeds I craved of the carnal crowd But prayers were proffered by the pierced and proud The new world has been my greatest pride Where longest has been my lordly stride Death I dreamed for the drowning dregs And love I lost between her lifeless legs</p><p>Ye are of (your) father the devil And the lusts of your father ye will do From that time many of his disciples Went back, and walked no more with him</p><p>Let my scythe fall upon that field And reap what the sky would yield</p>