Evening Star

Burn - let the son lay down now, let his brilliance rest Revel in incandescence, let the left hand path prevail Under the bright black sky, Venus calls out to her kin Resolute, shine, transcendent form Voracious, sky, rebellious soul Marching onward under heaven, marching onward without mercy To the cross, to eternal stain Driving inward, flesh caves under manmade power, faultless metals Piercing and tearing at the flesh of divinity A god wilts at the crimson hands of posterity The lord covers his eyes as man lays down Burn in the light of the dark, feel the warm embrace of rapture Behold the end of days, witness the true archangel Now return to this plane To fall to abyss, reaching away from the light Renouncing all that was to be A fleeting, callous, wretched life singing its song of dissonance to me Lucid and grim it was conveyed On my knees I beg and pray unto the inverted light Reaching out to touch the sky, reaching out with inward eyes Reaching for the heaven scar, reaching for the evening star