The Smoke of Her Burning Lyrics

Earth and sea cower from my screams,
as I climb into the skies.
Atop sins towered heaven-high for me,
from whence I see no reason why.

I should not smite with vengeance,
and hurl thieves down from paradise.
For storms before were as nothing more,
than a breeze next to this night.

I am Methuselah of the Tribulation,
the Moonchild come to harm.
A riot of stars shaken from their stations.

The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning.
Six vices become wrath!

And though half-blind with ravening,
like Phineus now I see.
The end declared from the beginning,
love won through my defeat.

But now I fear I will never peer,
on her radiance again.
I shall glimpse instead,
the slurried red of faces pressed to bloodstained panes.

Betrayed and played by God,
who alone but he scapegraced and goated me?
Now I wish to piss on his parade!

Angels, clawed, with burnished wings.
Still loyal, kiss the seal.
Bent on knees and harrowing, promise overkill.

Know that you shall die like whores,
and the cries of your writhings shall rise,
to pleased their Lord.

So before the sword,
side with me in slaughter

I am Methuselah of the Tribulation,
the Moonchild come to harm.
The spoken horns of desolation.

Drink the pouring of my fury,
those darkened waters spur.
The brink of war as judge and jury,
and rapist executioner!

Our time is short, the horsemen ride.
A foul-breathed chora howls, besides.
Damnation and a day has passed,
this divine right to genocide.

Weld the gates to heaven shut,
the abyss leers in hissing ruts.
Unhilt the black grimoire of Death,
inscribe all names that God has left.

I lived the dream of nymph and men,
but now the nightmares come again.

Now the nightmares come again!