Storm-ignited, a priest sworn to god
Swamp-licking ravens betray the onslaught
For the ballads of evil has come differed thoughts
A manifest splattered and never been caught
Fear the sign, the final approaching
The stigmata set in a virgin-born womb
For all the hate that enthrals our confession
In a cumbersome blackening tomb
A vision of mankinds fall in the mirror
The true name of Christ in all its ridiculous meaning
Echoing through the gardens of Eden
Beloving the snake and the humans alike
Ash-crafted earth
Desolate glasses
Like poets, adored to Shakespeare
Is it still worth
To shelter the masses
From inversed euphony and fear?
Cosmic creations
Stars to be born
With obsidian knowledge
To conquer the throne
No reason to pray
No rumours to say
The truth veiled in passion
Latent stigma possession!
Burn the winds of murderous coercion
Clasp last fragments of an abscond humanity
Never to cease
With a suicides ease
Gutted circles in splendorous order
Perpendiculars of balanced fate
Another maelstrom macabre
Prudence in silent disgrace
Signs of ignorance
That feed from abhorrence
In dust-covered ruins
Of foretimes they lie
The march of Asmodes
About to become
Hordes of undying
Darken the sun
No reason to pray
No rumours to say
The truth veiled in passion
Latent stigma possession!
