Blood of the Seraphim

Ascend to the mist in foreign dimensions
Lying cold and still unto death's long stare
Breathe in the toxic fumigation of hate
As blood and flesh decay in the air

A line with no boundaries encramped in rage
A holocaust of lust, disdain, and pain
No future is certain, kill again and again
Wipe your tears of peace in pieces
Blood of the seraphim

The dead beseech the souls of the lost
Forgotten oaths and promises uncared
Open graves of mortal wounds
Enshrouded ghosts in crypts profaned

Torn in slaughter in refuted disgrace
A callous reversion fallen in shame
A battle for death as life lies blamed
Speak not your prayers so sombre in silence

Withered and cold, a slave to none
Unknown and disowned, descended in blood
Untamed and deranged, abandoned as one
Acclaimed and estranged, a disguise of raw lust