Come at morning, chalice of dawn
To crown affliction in its glory.
Come, for we are failing,
Come, for we are waiting,
As we keep trying to breathe...
Blood in the skies, apocalypse
Only your fury can free us.
Come, we have failed,
Come, it’s time to arrive,
For we keep trying to procreate,
Only to fail again...
Come, for we are blood,
And to the blood we shall return...
I saw the women drunk, on the blood of saints, and the blood of Jesus' martyrs.
Eternal night, our world burns...
Our world is dying...
...And I linger within its suffocating grasp...
