A Different kind of Black(Number 2)[The 121st Day of Sodom]

​[Verse 1] [Deep, resonant, almost vampiric baritone vocals] She was the lamb prepared for slaughter, an offering for swine Now a revenant in winter, this unholy valentine She moves through gothic ruins of a nation's suicide With a list of aging satyrs and nowhere left to hide Heh heh heh heh... ​[Verse 2] The man of god, he found his faith at the end of a rope, hah A purple, bloated testament to a final loss of hope The man of law was judged by beasts he helped to starve and bleed A satisfying symphony of avarice and need Yes, a satisfying need... ​[Chorus] She paints the towns in crimson, a color I adore A black-haired, pale-skinned angel that you don't pray for anymore Her love is not forgiveness, her kiss is not so sweet It's the scraping of a shovel and the dragging of your feet ​[Fast Part] [Tempo abruptly shifts to a blistering hardcore punk beat. Guitars become a frantic down-picked chug.] DIE! DIE! DIOCESE MAN! FOUND GOD IN A GARBAGE CAN! GO! GO! MAGISTRATE'S GONE! A BLOODY MESS ON HIS OWN LAWN! DUKE'S TURN! PRESIDENT'S NEXT! SHE'S THE AUTHOR OF THE TEXT! NO SOUL! NO HEART! NO PAIN! JUST ACID FUCKING RAIN! [Music slams to a halt] ​[Keyboard Interlude] [Atmospheric organ and synth pads create a sorrowful, funereal mood. A sample of rain and distant thunder.] ​[Bridge: Slow Dirge Resumes] [Even slower and heavier than the intro. Vocals are a low, mournful croon.] She found the Duke admiring art, a mirror was her gift To show the beast its own reflection, a soul condemned to drift She read him scripture from de Sade, his own depraved belief And served a final sacrament... of unending grief His body, a relief... ​[Outro] Her work is almost finished, one more pig to put to sleep A promise made in torment that her broken soul will keep I watch her from the shadows, this creature of the night My perfect, godless goddess, who extinguishes the light Good night... [A final, booming, fuzzy bass note sustains and fades into feedback.]