Fornication veils the morning just like carnage veils the day

The absurd and foul are silenced as the gods have turned away

There are crimson feathers falling from the slaughtered bird of truce

I am wearing all my glory for the advent of the new

There's a golden dawn inside me making darkness go away

Just like silver stars imploding we absorb the light of day



In the hopeless march of millions for the sanctity of lies

Who is chaste amongst the sacred turning darkness into light?

There is golden rain descending from an angel in disguise

Let us sacrifice the seraphs for the good of humankind

There are storm-clouds in the distance can you hear the rise of fray?

We are uniformed and naked in the rising of today