Prodigal son (a libertine's lament)

Take a message to my father
Tell him I have returned
That I now embrace this lonely place
And the family I spurned
I have lived a life of sin
Debauched and decadent
This filth I've wallowed in
Has left me cold and unrepentant

I crossed the line between pleasure and crime
A modern-day De Sade
I chose the way of Gilles de Rais
And the enemies of god
I'm your greatest failure
Nothing can save me
Prodigal Son of the Evil One
I am what you made me

Say a prayer to your ugly god
For the souls of children offered up
We drank their blood, we ate their flesh
And reveled in the sweet smell of excess

I will live forever
For I am truly blessed
My name will live in infamy
Synonymous with death
I'm your greatest failure
Nothing can save me
Prodigal Son of the Evil One
I am what you made me