il Giardino Romantico

We are nothing but sinners.
Insatiable for Satanic virtues
Of superficial beauty and charm;
Craving the robes of Lucifer,
In hopes of boosting our carnal appeals.

We are nothing but sinners.
Puppets of the most evil agenda;
Knowing everything but nothing
We really ought to know.
Believing 'Knowledge is Power'
And 'Ignorance is Bliss',
Yet choosing to live in ignorant bliss.

We are nothing but sinners,
Wandering in neither heaven nor hell;
But the chaotic realm of nothingness.
The light of wisdom dims,
While the fires of Hell blaze on.

We are nothing but sinners.
But against those rebels
We CAN fight:
Be in the world but not of it;
Reject the devil's temptations and
Embrace the glow of the seraphim.

We may be sinners,
But let us do no evil.