The Funeral of God

They had fangs that dripped with blood

Crimson stains upon their lips

Smothered in the slain and fallen maidens along the way

Decay, and so much carnage

Light fades to grey and the good men look away

The wicked produce gains of only more wickedness

Retreat to the hills and run for your life

Vampirus rage overtakes the weak

As they drink from the rivers flowing with death

Corpses line the sight of the fall

And angels clip their wings to hide as mortals

What can survive the wrath of impurities overtaking?

Who stands a chance with sword in hand to defeat?

The invocation of the beast has taken place

Within the temple of the sacred

As the tomb is shut and righteousness rest forever

No forgiveness, no one on the thrown of grace

Mosters of rape and hate emarge from the shadow lands

Nightmares become the vision of youths and gereatrics

And who to point the blame to but all mankind

For putting hope in a jar and locking it in hell

Destruction is the order of the day

Now that eternity in madness is the choice of our generation

For this is the age of the earth when men killed God

Pushing Him out of the places of the heart

And into a realm where he can no longer reach us

Flesh to flesh and death to death

There is no more coming back

Now only a novelty cross is standing on the mountain

Holding onto a memory that only used to be

No one remembers the times in the age of peace

When we only murdered each other and not the divine

Trumpets sound in the distant only in the minds of infants

For no more children are born after this day

The day we laid the king of kings to rest

Yet the sackcloth must remain worn

In that we must always remember our suffering

This momement of memorium has only this eulogy left

From start to without end, majesty came crashing down

Wail for me when I am gone and weep as I pass

Into the earth I created

On this day The Funeral of God