G.O.D. Lyrics

The glow of afore once so bright has been taken.
An avid longing blossoming from the uncounscious.
A distinct morning star arises with crowned mists.
The doctrine of chaos mercilessly ordered.
The Abomination of Desolation!
Abomination will fall on your holy temple
weakening down those deunk with the wine of this prostitution.
Tormented and shot down they fear the ephemeral swirl of winds.
Its languishing nature raising the effluvium of dead flesh.
Angels play the seventh trumpet awakening the Morning Star.
The shadows of the New Kingdom will smite idolatrous hearts.
There arises in the sky, covered with fire, the consciousness that will make it rise.
This lightning that shines in the East and reveals itself in the West,
with morbid song uniting the chosen ones from the four winds.
Washing and purifying their garments in the blood of the lambs.
The veil that covered the omission now reveals the sacred face.
G.O.D., G.O.D.
Consciousness - The fundamental attribute of reality
G.O.D., G.O.D.
Gory sacrifice!
Here is the Gates Of Desolation.