King of Kings, Lord of Lords - Mephorash

Woe is me!

Woe is me!

For have I ever been an utter blindfolded seer

For as I witnessed thine eyes of blazing fire

Thou fury accede the lashing of sacral choirs

My words so unworldly confined

For thy fires of faith art ever fires of truth!

I see candlelit vapours

Rising from his brow in blear shapes of royal garments like

Multitudes of crowns!

Many were they on his head and many they were rushing behind him!

They, The army of Eden, the wing clad reapers of Yahweh

For they are the voices in death’s

Song, the grand roar of thousand woes

A thousand wings

A thousand hooves

A thousand black halos alight

Come now all!

Come now none!

Come now, ye 23 spawns of Helel Ben Sahar!

«Come gather together in for the great supper

Of god, so that you may eat the flesh of kings»

Now let them hear…

HALLELUJAH!

Honor his stature of blood drenched

Robes with lyrical art on his limbs

FOR HE BE THE LORDS OF LORDS!

HALLELUJAH!

With a purging sword like a sceptre he strives for dominion by nil

FOR HE BE THE KING OF KINGS

HALLELUJAH!

His names are never to be spoken, by fashion of mortal tongue

SHEM HA MEPHORASH!