Consecrate your seed, Moloch's tongue is dry,
Mother's cardinal hands fold at his throne,
Does not the dust which God breathed to life cry?
Or do their convulsions speak tongues unknown?
Silenced voices chorus justice for deeds
As rose trickles down lust's tabernacles,
Unnoticed lamentations my heart heeds,
Womb beneath the knife, babe naught but shackles,
Can you climb to salvation on dry bones?
Will you realize the prince branded you "slave"?
You whet his lips and tempted him with moans
But no man can slip err's eternal grave,
He who died vengeful fire will descend,
Drunk on blood Babylon wails, at their end.
As rose trickles down lust's tabernacles,
Unnoticed lamentations my heart heeds,
Womb beneath the knife, babe naught but shackles,
Can you climb to salvation on dry bones?
Will you realize the prince branded you "slave"?
You whet his lips and tempted him with moans
But no man can slip err's eternal grave,
He who died vengeful fire will descend,
Drunk on blood Babylon wails, at their end.
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