The essence of seraphim
Merging with sword, onto them
And the seamless garment like the morning

Dipped in the blood of men
Made as the filth of the world
And overwhelming to direct vision


Becoming the agents of torment
Veins filled with the serum of prophesy

Becoming the agents of torment
Eyes weeping the tears of prophesy
Become the agents of torment

Ears filled with the !@&( of prophesy

Ultimate acts of perverted intimacy

Nary a soul left without the punishment
Mountains now full of yours
Surrounded by their own graves

Let no warning sound from the trumpets of gold
Become the beginning of the end for the land of the living
Delivered to death those of the whole of the globe


From the death of all
Also claims those who call for it

And none shall escape this

Be as shadows amongst the nations

And cause great mourning

Wings upon wings upon wings

Cause men to die
Filled with iniquity and perfection
Swallowing the holy mountain of god

And it's fiery stones
Incense down from capsized center
Raise this voice to the ashes of the world

Still hemorrhaging from the intoxication of rhema
Dwelling within the hand of desolation
Merging the sword, onto them

The heir apparent
And inflicter of delicious agony
The whole of the human race

Gone as T-lymphocytes