Behind Her Veil

A hymn of woe
For imbalance and sin
For the wicked hearts of men, shallow and unrepentant
Our Mother's veins are filled with rust
For God so loved this damned world

Descend into the void and you will find the answers
Along with other questions; the weight of the cross
Hatred is stirred, you curse at the sky
Clenching your fists while descending

Now you see, behind her veil
The rotted skull and the empty eyes
Now you feel, the cold embrace of eternal truth, resembling death

You weep for me and you search for me
But seek me not, for I'll come to you
In perfect peace, when fear is gone and lust has fled
Only then we'll meet

A hymn of woe
For the Day of Judgement
For the wicked hearts of men, born in damnation
See Your furnace overflows
And see the crowds upon the widened road
They shall never know good things again, oblivion
They shall never see the light of day