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From the vaults below the deserttemple |
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To the throne among the stars |
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In the hearts of us, your children, oh divine luminary |
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Thou shineth! |
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Like sunbeams penetrating the foundations of the earth |
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Thine grace ignites the seeds of creation |
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And in our veins is stillness, as your shadows come to life |
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For they are like whispers speaking of ...death in heaven |
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Behold the black cloud of corpselike birds |
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Their wings are on fire |
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And their song has turned backwards |
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A morbid cacaphony singing of... |
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A new dawn! |
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Burn my flesh, thou light of lights |
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Most eminent perfection, most magnificent of sights |
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Mark me with thee, stainless |
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Ar Most real, so clear and bright they shine both eye and star |
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Descend upon the dead, black sky |
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By a grace of just one glance they all shall die |
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Pour the bitter wine of salvation into our blood |
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And let our scars form rivers flooding the kingdom of their god |
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Let the immense gates of heaven open |
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Let the dawn of justice come |
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When a thousand pale and silenced faces |
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Turn towards the sky |
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To behold in fear and wonder how the firmanent turns dark |
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By the sound of a lonely trumpet calling |
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And countless birdlike carrions falls reeking from above |
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Embedded in a red glow telling of... |
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A burning dawn! |
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For this sunrise shall not wake you by the foul light of |
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Christ But by |
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Satan's fire burning in your eyes |
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And the thundering voice of a lion over the plains of man |
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Shall proclaim the horned phoenix final rise |
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For it is not rain that falls tonight from the black, ominious sky |
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But sulphur tears from the last flock of birds |
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And the wind carries the smell of death, from the agony in their hearts |
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As the fly in nameless fear towards... |
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Luciferion! |
