This, Our Gospel

Cross and cavern, stone and veil

This, our gospel this, our tale

Flesh and wraith, lamb and beast

This, our gospel this, our feast

Cross and cavern, stone and veil

This, our gospel this, our tale

Drought and waste, purge and swarm

This, our gospel this, our ruin

Spittled breath

Gnashing teeth

Red eyes pouring snakes for

the pitiful meek

Heaving throats

Blooded bile

Silver tongues lapping at the

rapids of the Nile

Holy water

Deadly Father

Sacred slaughter

At my back, rabid men

Cavalry, battalions,

For their war is no longer mine

I will not fight. I will not fight

It warms my face, the sinking sun

At moon's first light

I will run

Clawing mud under my nails

They drag me home again

Bleed my light and drown my will, until

My last breath begs for revenge