Moon childe

Spawned of rage

Soon childe...

The dawning of a golden age


Four and twenty acts have passed 

Since the pact was signed in blood 

Now this fifth lustrum will surely grasp

The children of the holy

With music wracked like final gasps

From hearts that broken, flood

Whilst ruby-wedding talons clasp

This silver anniversary


Moon childe

Spawned of rage

Soon childe...

The dawning of a golden age


Vermillion rivers slither past

Racing roads to Shangri-La 

Where a million souls aquiver ask

Small mercies of the holy 

Like flowers plucked from crimson tar

On florid banks, the priests

Waft their scent through horrid bars

To incense the greater beast


Bereft of their seas of sweet dreams

He brings tidings of pain

War songs in the key of death 

Sharpened through famine and plague


The knife at the throat of all murder 

He wrote whilst in chains


"And there was given to him a mouth

Speaking great things and blasphemies

And power was given unto him 

To blaspheme against God

And them that dwell in heaven

And it was given unto him to make war with the saints

And to overcome them..."


And risen from imprisonment 

With so many nations to tame

Past Caesars and Tsars are but lesions and scars

To the backs of beyond he reclaims 

For what is not told nor writ bold to his face

Is now whispered to the torturer's cheek 

And with the rapport whores and sorcerers make

His kingdom embraces both the Pope and the State


The suck and the fuck of the wait and

A glut and a covetous Satan

The suck and the fuck of the wait and

Come what may

A glut and a covetous Satan

Pre-ordained


Moon childe

Spawned of rage

Soon childe...

The dawning of a golden age