Soaking the earth with wine from His hands,
Creating a new Nile with blood and stains.
Devourind and binding Your crown as the snake,
No halos, just swords splitting a child in half.
Stand aside!
Will You remit with me the witness of Your deceit?
Stand aside! Let them adore!
I'm undivine, yet the perfect Paraclete.
Blinded, you hear me preaching
For end-times, the new times to come.
Blinded, you try to reach Him
That new day.
Forged from pawns, forged to crowns,
Gleaming for all in this sulphur rain.
Stand aside! Let them adore!
I'm undivine, yet the perfect Paraclete.
Blinded, you hear me preaching
For end-times — the new times to come.
Blinded, you try to reach Him
That new day.