Front Row For Judgement

The moon rises to send forth a thousand death warrants
The moon reads the souls to confront the burning ones
The lovers hold hands just to see within the fervor of their romances
The tears flood the world with blood-cold wines and all
Rise and see front row to the Apocalypse and some
Fall before your knees in blood and in the fog you die
Believe in the romance of death
And the swansong is written for the buried

Pull back the hammer and pull the trigger
As the souls sail away within the malice of the mist
Rites are recreated to open the the gates to the Depths
The flames spew up as the firewall and signify a holy war
(Damp grounds of a mausoleum, crack into oblivion
The wretched spiteful spawns of the Depths, slaughter our raped children)
Pull the trigger of the lover gun and watch it fail
For the velvets of the hidden secret call-out to the Vengeful ones

Hate
Lust
Manic
Death
Madness
Adaption

Perceive with the Sister and hope she answers
The hinges scry open to the core of herself, cavernous
Cannibals, beasts, scavengers, demons, archangels, and Supremes
Walk forth out of the Depths and out of the flames into our plane
Stop this madness, thank for the suffering
As the kiss of her soul becomes a scar upon my brow
The wine of fervor pours into the veins of my lover, rotting
Our Sister is flooded with the blood of Humanity
For the Ascending Angels and the Descending Demons
Scour the world with this sour inquisition of misery

Hello my children, my brethren, the sisterhood
I must die in the name of martyrdom, goodbye
(The last drop of blood, it bled from my veins
The last evidence is on the lost soulless blade)

Incinerate this life through the end
Front row for Judgement