Libera, Pt. I: Saturnine Spheres

Where white doves fall as hammers
And the wilted horses dream of lions

To the crashing shores, hooves through bloodied tears
Rising red rosarium
Blossoming choirs
Beatitudes of the endless end
Where white doves fall

White doves fall as hammer
And the wilted horses dream of lions
Of the drapery, moth grey veils
Where the black winds
Where the black winds
Where the black winds rage

This is our end design
The war on all life
Of our mindless vessels
Death we breathe

Life's demise (Our end design)
Mechanized end design (To be erased from all time)
Far beyond (Through the shadow of the valley of death)
Our humanity (We bathe in blood)

The saturnine spheres of fluttering wings
Dusted wombs
Upon the ebbing auras they feed
Dawn to life

Burning moths, we've set free
Illuminate the way
Across killing fields, once golden
What have we done?
What have we done?

One last time
Upon the threshold (Exiled voices)
In our hands vultures wheel
(All of the one tongue)
As time swings the great pendulum
Dawn of the industrial dirge (Words of extinction)
Where pilgrims sing our fate (Chorus of truth)
No more chances, are we too late?
Are we too late?
Too late

Lifes demise (Our end design)
Mechanized end design (To be erased from all time)
Far beyond (Through the shadow of the valley of death)
Our humanity (The same blood)