Angelspit - Weapon of Choice lyrics

I wish you happy birthday beloved antichrist
Is Babylon your mother or your hired wife?
I know you hate your daddy
But you’re made in his mould
Gave you the gift of pain
Wrapped in a blood red bow

Under blood of the moon
Voices sing of your doom
And your weapon of choice

You look like such a fool
Beneath that jester’s crown
Crowley’s got one too
As he knees before the throne
Your friends lie on their crosses
Silver hammers coming down
Stretched out on a platter
With apples in their mouths dear God, no
Under blood of the moon
Voices sing of your doom
And your weapon of choice

My name is ambition
Sit back and let it slide
Fear, guilt and shame
Like sleeping pills and red wine
I know where you live
…watching you grow numb

Under blood of the moon
Voices sing of your doom
And your weapon of choice