Behold the virgin, hooved and clacking—born from darkness, horned, and happily unholy.
Her unapologetic purity is the paradox vaporizing all dogma into the Great Nowhere. This goat-demon child in the hellish Christmas scene isn't corrupted—she's perfectly whole. You're not watching innocence lost. You're meeting innocence that never needed saving. Kiss the pentagram on the forehead of the Innocent One!
Sweet Little Mary
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Текст: 2025, Dan Loveschmidt
От албума "Blasphemy 6:66"
(Chorus) My name is Mary and I live in the back of Uncle Clause’s house A devil’s grin and hooves that clack I skip and leap and bounce (Enter Mary) Red snow falls on my nose Tastes like funny sin and bitter rose I snag the grass between the grooves Black stones clack below my pretty hooves Oh! and little snowflakes, fallen down Look so sad, so murky and so blackish-brown! (Purity of Will) I leap through doors that never lock I kick the walls and hear them knock No-óne says “go,” no-óne says “stay” My legs just pick a path to play (Chorus) My tail flicks sharp with every smack I charge and climb and prance I’m joy in horns and midnight black I butt and dash and dance (Purity of Joy) I slide on rails where sleigh unloads And chase the sparks that skip from broken toys I laugh inside the wrapping bins And jingle out with soot on all my shins (Chorus) My name is Mary and I live in the back of Uncle Clause’s house A devil’s grin and hooves that clack I skip and leap and bounce (Purity of Curiosity) I peek inside the rusted crates And sniff the wax on twisted skates I shimmy through the gift-chute’s dip Then tap the gear and watch it flip (Chorus) My tail flicks sharp with every smack I charge and climb and prance I’m joy in horns and midnight black I butt and dash and dance (Purity of Freedom) I jump the fence behind the shed Where dwarf-things fear to tread or sled No gate has ever stopped my path No chain lays claim to the rhythms in my laugh (Self-Proclamation) The snow here burns, but not for me It cools my hooves and lets me be The dwarves all work with eyes pulled tight I waltz between their day and night Bloodolph snorts near the ash-slicked tree But bows his head when passing ME! They never called me virgin, yet I am I am, I am, I am, I am, I AM! (Chorus) My name is Mary and I live in the back of Uncle Clause’s house A devil’s grin and hooves that clack I skip and leap and bounce (Purity of Presence) I stand atop the coal-stack pile And blink a while, and blink a while The wind goes past, it fills the air I smell the currents gusting down from the great nowhere (Chorus) My tail flicks sharp with every smack I charge and climb and prance I’m joy in horns and midnight black I butt and dash and dance (Purity of Being) I curl up near the furnace door No blanket, flame, or fear nomore I blink once more into the half-burnt ash And doze away in furnace flash (Final declaration) Kiss goodnight the flaming pentagram on the forehead of the innocent one!
Track 12, "Sweet Little Mary", detonates the core Christian dogma of "innocent + virgin = holiness" by exposing its corruption: the Virgin Mary wasn't a true symbol of purity—she was a vessel, selected for her untouched body, then overwritten by divine will. In "Sweet Little Mary", purity returns to its rightful owner.
This track glorifies a childhood that needs no saving, no godly seed, and no imposed shame. Mary is a black goat-kid, horned and hooved, prancing through Uncle Clause’s infernal toyshop with joy, curiosity, and will. She’s a “virgin” in the truest sense—untouched, not by men, but by doctrine.
The lyrics progress through six declared Purities:
* Purity of Will – She acts by choice, with no commands.
* Purity of Joy – She moves for pleasure, untamed and radiant.
* Purity of Curiosity – She explores, touches, triggers—everything is hers to question.
* Purity of Freedom – No fence, chain, or fear binds her.
* Purity of Presence – She pauses, blinks, and senses the vastness.
* Purity of Being – No more need to prove, just to be.
That flow begins with motion and choice, expands through wonder and freedom, reaches awareness, and finally resolves into being. It mirrors the natural maturation of a free consciousness without ever leaving the child’s domain.
The bridge, titled "Self-Proclamation", strikes the final blow. Mary declares, in full demonic innocence:
"They never called me virgin, yet I am. I am, I am, I am, I am, I AM!"
This isn’t about sexuality. It’s about spiritual sovereignty. Her "I AM" mocks the stolen holiness of the biblical virgin and reclaims it—loud, laughing, and unrepentant.
What Christianity locked away in shame, "Sweet Little Mary" sets on fire and lets dance in the snow.