Worship the Fallen

Harken the dawn
It breaks on disorder and strife
The Serpent’s gaze has set on Him
Our Elohim, giver ov life
A trumpet sounds
To silence angelic dispute
Virulent faith is withering
Grace shivering, doubt taking root

Guide us
Sun ov the morn
Confide in us
Be reborn

Seraphim cry
Bring forth the Accuser ov God
Snarling lips so ravenous
They, in avarice, jeer and applaud
Punish His pride
And banish Him ever from these halls
Rage and blame conceal His face
And stripped ov grace, Lucifer falls

Beaten, naked, scorned by His kin
Broken, weary and old
We grieve His loss and we cherish His sin
A beacon ov knowledge untold
O bringer ov truth and empirical light
We bask in His forbidden glow
And raise Him a throne ov tyrannical might
As above, so below

Sun ov the morn
Confide in us
Be reborn

A tremor below
As Gabriel peers through the grey
The dawn ov darkest danger
Now, Archangel, breathe your dismay
Blinding and bold
The Shining One rises, reaching high
His wings ov wrath deliver us
We carnivorous sunder the sky

Surrender, Gabriel, welcome defeat
Behold our march on the Lord
Celestial citadels quake at our feet
We’ll conquer the kingdom abhorred
What bells will toll for solace subdued?
What bells for His delicate love?
We'll seize His spires and forge them anew
As below, so above