On The Wings Of A Dove

Ravishing children in perilous times
Mother of harlots recanting her vice.

Maelstroms...On the wings of a dove.

Innocence lost
In for the kill'.

Galloping thunder waving its sword
Brother to Death in darkness is born.

Perish...In the bludgeoned presence of foes.

Innocence lost
In for the kill.

No glory for sorrows
No solace in harlots
No sunlight in shadows
No comfort embracing the dead.

Fiery red fury unleashing its might
Drowning the laughter of ages to come.

Silence...As the megatons fall.

Ashes to ash
Dust turns to dust.

Nuclear winters yearning for dawn
Stealing the life out of every last breath.

Vanish...In the mist of a gangrenous gaze.

Ashes to ash
Dust turns to dust.

No whispering sorrows
Find comfort in harlots
Unveiling the horrors
Consumed by conflict and strife.

And now as the trees start to tremble
Deepening damnation, the rolling bell
Running with wolves, moribund conscripts are waiting to die
Lest cowards may horde the sunset that fades in the west.

Ashes, ashes, ashes
Dust turn to dust.