Chalice Of Heresy

Silent dead eyes gazes into the sky
And the prophecy comes to pass
Now see the locusts block out the sun
As the fall of man begins
Exchange this life for the beggars coin
For the truth shall set you free.

Behold the ethereal beauty
Of the mad orchestrator
The great madness incarnate
The natural born deceiver.

A dormant tragedy born from darkness
And now we raise the chalice of heresy.

The funeral pyre of pain
Like moths drawn close to the flame
You dance slow into this senseless devotion.

As the thurible swings
Hear the hymn conducted by the darkest insanity
Be one of the word and bring the stars low
As my child and crusader.

Hold on to the dogma of contortion
This doctrine of putrifaction
Cradle my voice of pure discord
As it echoes into eternity.

We are the raging ocean brought down upon the ship
That will reel into oblivion
As we stand rigid in the winds
Our chalice held high into the night.