A sun like sackcloth and a moon like blood Bend the wretched fig tree
All old things hath passed Behold, all is renewed You sent forth Your spirit and I heeded its call To bear the sins of creation as Atlas the firmament Through valleys of mortem I will shepherd them to green pastures
Your sheep, who approach in flocks bearing not blessing but stone If you, disciples of Judas so wish to scorn Me, then scourged I AM
That callousness may lock your senses Lest you understand and therefore find salvation For who among you is worthy of My sacrifice When even your righteousness is but a filthy rag? I shall withdraw the staleness of My grace from ye transgressors And puke upon you swords for I abhor ye
The annulus of life finds closure Bound by the seal of Solomon Stare into the zenith with pupils, infinite Where 4 emblems of time, spheres of the past, align and alight Luna, Stella, Sol and Terra This crimson stains holy robes and falls in pale light A sabotage of creation, of Your holy matrimony Condemn Me Father for My betrayal For You are My witness
So quench My thirst Drain the sponge of sour wine Give up My body to sin for man's clay maw to devour As they mock My turmoil, heed not My plea There is no relief lest salvation go awry
The figure, arisen before Me is manifested into flesh Returning from transcendental form I evoked the being into existence: ineffable logos Consume and relieve, grant Me ascension to the heights And together we will rend the world anew From the remnants of the former left in ash With this ceremony complete, I call upon the Name of God "YHWH" Come forth into rapture bearing Your gift of searing lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
