Anathema Maranatha - Funeral Mist

Lo!

A new angel has come to spread his wings

A great swarm of plagues to collect our sins

Even now shall they surrender…

To the power of the dog

Sin and sinner, death and dying

The many waters must be judged

Flesh as straw as soil and soul

All chained to the great great whore

For more love than seraphs know

We will live seraphs burn

Deep in bonds of miry clay

The many waters must be judged

He shall suck the poison of asps!

The viper’s tongue shall slay him!

He shall suck the poison of asps!

The viper’s tongue shall slay him!

…and yes he shall fall among them that fall!

ANATHEMA MARANATHA!

ANATHEMA MARANATHA!

The Anathema is in the midst of thee

Let him be had in execration Maranatha

The Anathema is in the midst of thee

Let him be Anathema Maranatha!

Hell from beneath is moved to meet thee

Moved to meet thee at thy coming

It stirreth up the dead for thee

Even all the chief ones of the earth

Hell is naked, naked before him

And destruction hath no covering

And yes, he shall fall among them that fall

For he hearest not the LORD!

For more love than seraphs know

We will like seraphs burn

Deep in bonds of miry clay

The many waters must be judged

He shall suck the poison of asps!

The viper’s tongue shall slay him!

He shall suck the poison of asps!

The viper’s tongue shall slay him!

…and yes, he shall burn in the fires of rejection

For he hath gone a whoring from the LORD our GOD!