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)