Ancient of Days - Nekroí Theoí

O' Holy God

Thine eyes hath seen

The river that carves all history

That putrid flow

March of blood and bone

All movements accounted for

All souls named and known

Thy Holy Tongue spoketh deep into the seed of civilization

A truth to anchor us

That Thy Word is Thy Essence

That Your Truth is unchanging

And yet we, Babel that we are, forged new truths

Deep blasphemies that struck down

Your Holy perimeters

In our iniquity

We spared those who would seek to defy your divine assignment

In our depravity we sought to understand them

To love them

But You are unchanging

(Blessed are we)

And the God that forged the canyons

Was not a god of love

(Blessed are we)

Praise be Yahweh

Holy Punisher of impurity

Let Him purge us of our deviance

May his gilded scythe cull our reprobate

May the One True God cleanse the human stain

You are unchanging

(Blessed are we)

And the God that forged the canyons

Was not a god of love

(Blessed are we)

Praise be Yahweh

O' Ancient of Days

Let us suffer through the fire

Refine us into Your Image

An image too terrible to know

Too sacred to shed

Let us burn the earth

That the ash may mark our allegiance

Let us level the forests

To lay down the palms of Your return

Deceivers have arisen to usurp Thee

They who would guide us into an artificial light

A light of material birth

A truth based on metrics and crude matter

This truth is corrupt

This truth is constantly in flux

Save us from such obscene heresies

God of Abraham

And in Your Sovereign Name

We will silence those

Who spit such falsehoods

Vulgarities by many names

Liberation

Equality

Justice

All of these in procreation with each other

All of these, sin

None who propagate such degeneracy shall be spared

Not even the Son of God

Patriarch of the Universe

May Your Ancient Wrath vomit forth

Cover the mountains in Your Judgement

Bestow us with piles of bones to construct Your Kingdom

Let the marrow of the decadent be the mortar of Your Temples

Let the blood of false prophets

Precipitate to feed our harvest

All who speak against Thee

Shall only find legacy in our gut

All who question Thee

Shall find their answer in suffering

They seek to lay siege upon Your Bride

With profane weapons of science, inquiry, philosophy, and dark dialectics

Their fetid breath spewing that blasphemous word

«Why?»

An insult

An affront

A sin itself

For we have the answer

It has been, as is our God, unchanging

In the beginning was The Word

And the Word was with God

And the Word was God

And the Word has been unchanging

Has it not?