The Smoke Of Her Burning

Earth and sea cower from my screams As I climb into the skies Atop sins towered heaven high for me From whence I see no reason why I should not smite with vengeance And hurl thieves down from paradise For storms before were as nothing more Than a breeze next to this night I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm A riot of stars shaken from their station The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning Six vices become wrath And though half-blind with ravening Like Phineus now I see The end declared from the beginning Love won through my defeat But now I fear I will never peer On Her radiance again I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes Betrayed and played by God Who alone but He Scapegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on His parade Angels, clawed with burnished wings Still loyal, kiss the seal Bent on knees and harrowing Promise overkill Know that you shall die like whores And the cries of your writhings shall rise To please their Lord... So before the sword Side with me in slaughter I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm The spoken horns of desolation Drink the pouring of my fury Those darkened waters spur The brink of war as my judge and jury And rapist executioner Our time is short, the horsemen ride A foul-breathed chora howls, besides Damnation and a day has passed This divine right to genocide Weld the gates to heaven shut The abyss leers in hissing ruts Unhilt the black grimoire of death Inscribe all names that God has left I lived the drams of nymphs and men But now the nightmares come again Now the nightmares come again... --- The Smoke Of Her Burning - Cradle of Filth