Libera, Pt. I: Saturnine Spheres

Where white doves fall as hammers

And the wilted horses dream of lions

To the crashing shores, hooves through bloodied tears

Rising red rosarium

Blossoming choirs

Beatitudes of the endless end

Where white doves fall

White doves fall as hammer

And the wilted horses dream of lions

Of the drapery, moth grey veils

Where the black winds

Where the black winds

Where the black winds rage

This is our end design

The war on all life

Of our mindless vessels

Death we breathe

Life's demise (Our end design)

Mechanized end design (To be erased from all time)

Far beyond (Through the shadow of the valley of death)

Our humanity (We bathe in blood)

The saturnine spheres of fluttering wings

Dusted wombs

Upon the ebbing auras they feed

Dawn to life

Burning moths, we've set free

Illuminate the way

Across killing fields, once golden

What have we done?

What have we done?

One last time

Upon the threshold (Exiled voices)

In our hands vultures wheel

(All of the one tongue)

As time swings the great pendulum

Dawn of the industrial dirge (Words of extinction)

Where pilgrims sing our fate (Chorus of truth)

No more chances, are we too late?

Are we too late?

Too late

Lifes demise (Our end design)

Mechanized end design (To be erased from all time)

Far beyond (Through the shadow of the valley of death)

Our humanity (The same blood)