Devouring [Bonus Track]

Drink the water, spill the wine
Your gilded reputation precedes you
And the mask you don as you sit at ease
Wins you no audience with us
Yes, we of the twilight, from a different haze
Detect the glimmer of a halo, in spite of your displays
And yes, cacophonous angel, you speak in demonic tongues
But who do you pray to when you're clasping your hands?

Swoon and leer as the fog rolls in
And apt shroud for ravenous minions
(you) Battle fits of confusion, as we descend upon you
A raging hailstorm of incisors, a malevolent maelstrom of mandibles.
A faux rosary made from the endtrails, who do you pray to?
Oh golden glorious bugle of Gabriel, why don't you sound your call?
We've now devoured your emissary, in the midst of his counterfeit fall