A Dove in Shackles

Below the stars of heaven high
Arrows of Below stand in position
Piss-soaked and poison-drenched
Awaiting the sign of the final Liturgy

As soon as the song resounds through the air
The sign will come to strike the purveyor of peace
No flood of water yet the one of blood
Shall drown the realm of Malkuth

White wings of hope torn apart
Left for the gaping maws of horror to feast
This soil receives a sacrament so foul
As man turns towards its true nature

No cries nor screams will be enough
To resound thе shriek of the churches sеven
Deathfuck final, son against father
A showcase of Ouroboros incarnate

The dove flies no more
And the rainbow is covered by ash
The Prince of this world sits anointed