Atomic Christ - Grave Pleasures

«First I saw the trees

Above them the dust appears

As a rainbow of moths

They climb a beautiful tower

It is made of the broken stars

Who have made their home there

Fallen far, fallen faces

Spinning their masks

And on the moon

They left rumours of war»

Followed from future to future he comes

The plutonium prophet of heaven

Clothed in the finest of fine white linen

A pandora’s box of armageddon

He promised to illuminate forever after

And oh how bright his light will be

He comes in mushroom clouds of fire

And every eye will witness him

Oh hear my prayer

Oh Lord hear my prayer

Atomic Christ comes

Atomic Christ will come

Atomic Christ will save us all