Merging with Sword, Onto Them - Leviathan

The essence of seraphim

Merging with sword, onto them

And the seamless garment like the morning

Dipped in the blood of men

Made as the filth of the world

And overwhelming to direct vision

Becoming the agents of torment

Veins filled with the serum of prophesy

Becoming the agents of torment

Eyes weeping the tears of prophesy

Become the agents of torment

Ears filled with the semen of prophesy

Ultimate acts of perverted intimacy

Nary a soul left without the punishment

Mountains now full of yours

Surrounded by their own graves

Let no warning sound from the trumpets of gold

Become the beginning of the end for the land of the living

Delivered to death those of the whole of the globe

From the death of all

Also claims those who call for it

And none shall escape this

Be as shadows amongst the nations

And cause great mourning

Wings upon wings upon wings

Cause men to die

Filled with iniquity and perfection

Swallowing the holy mountain of god

And its fiery stones

Incense down from capsized center

Raise this voice to the ashes of the world

Still hemorrhaging from the intoxication of rhema

Dwelling within the hand of desolation

Merging the sword, onto them

The heir apparent

And inflictor of delicious agony

The whole of the human race

Gone as T-lymphocytes