Crusader

Outside the seafoam swirls Thunder roars our heavenly beckoning Wood floor damp with rot Armour pressed to the flesh of the enemy Bread soaked in blood and bone Sulphur hangs in the air like tapestry I clench my cross in reverie The holy heart burns with heresy A sword against the skull, A massacre behold, A chalice in the fold Measure to your reckoning My brother of the light, Meet with me tonight, Once before the fight Render to my beckoning My warrior of Christ, Rended by a knife I carry him away, Roses by the grave Perhaps the gates will open if I pray A Paradise of heathens Carnal sin sounds The augur of my treasons Hellfire hurled down Heath bound the heavens arrive and The klaxon roars for my fallen knights And here the allfather goes Tempests strewn away As the angels decay And the thunder rolls through Blasphemy portends a fee My warrior of Christ, Rended by a knife I carry him away, Roses by the grave Perhaps the gates will open if I pray Paradise of heathens Carnal sin sounds The augur of my treasons Hellfire hurled down Oh my, oh my 10 miles wide And 50 miles long The hammer of heaven beats down An incessant rhythm Into the fabric of the given And a crack forms And out thunders a voice Like the sundering of flesh: 'I am the used car salesman of your soul And I will sell your soul to the heavens above. So grave are your sins, so putrid your endeavours That God will look you dead in the eye and say You are nothing, menial, trash, A piece of garbage Beneath the window of time And you will die alone.' Is that what you want? The eschaton awaiting me Writhes and rolls in agony So I'll just Serve my time The augur of my treasons Paradise of heathens Carnal sin sounds The augur of my treasons Hellfire hurled down Revelations 10:04 In the back of your skull