The essence of seraphim Merging with sword, onto them And the seamless garment like the morning Dipped in the blood of men Made as the filth of the world And overwhelming to direct vision Becoming the agents of torment Veins filled with the serum of prophesy Becoming the agents of torment Eyes weeping the tears of prophesy Become the agents of torment Ears filled with the semen of prophesy Ultimate acts of perverted intimacy Nary a soul left without the punishment Mountains now full of yours Surrounded by their own graves Let no warning sound from the trumpets of gold Become the beginning of the end for the land of the living Delivered to death those of the whole of the globe From the death of all Also claims those who call for it And none shall escape this Be as shadows amongst the nations And cause great mourning Wings upon wings upon wings Cause men to die Filled with iniquity and perfection Swallowing the holy mountain of god And it's fiery stones Incense down from capsized center Raise this voice to the ashes of the world Still hemorrhaging from the intoxication of rhema Dwelling within the hand of desolation Merging the sword, onto them The heir apparent And inflicter of delicious agony The whole of the human race Gone as T-lymphocytes