The Hour of Dying - Lunar Shadow

Disciples of the desert kneeling

Golgatha’s hills were dreaming

The light, the world through sacrifice

Baptized through your knives

And as I saw my life leave me

The cross barren, cold

A penance against the world

Do not weep for me but

For all the things that never changed

For all the sorrow, I am absolution

I am the light

Feathers fall

Raise the hammer, set the nail

Drive them deep

The Hour of Dying will prevail

Daughters weep

Silver cascades on this night

Ad maiorm dei gloriam

Ash is grey and dark is light

Hunger striks the prophets

Woe will greet their doors

Lust will be their gospel

Sanctify the whores

Adonai Elohim Iehova Tetragrammaton

The howling of the Marids

The cries upon the wind

The flames that do not burn

The paradox within

What is it that we want?

What is it that we seek?

The given light cuts sore and deep

Oh father, maybe all of us have somehow lost their will

Forgive us, for our eyes are blinded

Feathers fall

Raise the hammer, set the nail

Drive them deep

The Hour of Dying will prevail

Daughters weep

Silver cascades on this night

Ad maiorem dei gloriam

Ash is grey and dark is light