Devil's horns bled black goat's eyes
Writhing under a shattered sky
One sight I hope God won't undo
I don't believe in anything as beautiful as you
Sitting atop your beast
The name of blasphemy
Drunk with the blood of saints
With filth in your wake
I'm ready for your attack
I just want my own mind back
I can't think of much else since I saw you that day
You rose from the boiling seas below
With the rest of the earth's beasts in tow
If I could see your unholy glow
I know I'd so happily follow
Will you let me atop your beast?
To spit out your blasphemy
I'll drink up the blood of saints
With filth in our wake
So lord give me your attack
But never my own mind back
I don't even want one thought that isn't her name
I'll march to that lake of flames
I won't ever wish to be saved
We can follow in her way
Come and see the devil's parade
With her atop her beast
The name of blasphemy
Drunk with the blood of saints
Filth in her wake
I'm ready for her attack
But never my own mind back
I don't even want one thought that isn't her name
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023