The glow of afore once so bright has been taken
An avid longing blossoming from the uncounscious
A distinct morning star arises with crowned mists
The doctrine of chaos mercilessly ordered
The abomination of desolation

Abomination will fall on your holy temple
Weakening down those deunk with the wine of this prostitution
Tormented and shot down they fear the ephemeral swirl of winds
Its languishing nature raising the effluvium of dead flesh
Angels play the seventh trumpet awakening the morning star

The shadows of the new kingdom will smite idolatrous hearts
There arises in the sky, covered with fire, the consciousness that will make it rise
This lightning that shines in the east and reveals itself in the west
With morbid song uniting the chosen ones from the four winds
Washing and purifying their garments in the blood of the lambs
The veil that covered the omission now reveals the sacred face

G.O.D, G.O.D
Consciousness
The fundamental attribute of reality
G.O.D, G.O.D
Gory sacrifice
Here is the gates of desolation