[Lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken]
I walk through barren corridors glistening
With a stench of a promised
salvation
This sultry wilderness mourns
The grieving of a mother's supplication
Seraphic overtures inebriated
By the
suffering of aeons of compromise
Here he is legion, heir-apparent to Apollyon's throne
Breathing the progeny of all
lies
[Chorus]
Via crucis (The way of the cross)
My kingdom has come
Arcana lucis (arcane light)
Thy will be
done
A resurrection conjured on altars of impunity
Scars of betrayal shrouded in a sanctimonius reliquary
Wine-made-incarnate
in a chalice of iniquity
Graven effigies accolade a deception
Enshrined in consanguinity
As the twilight sleeps, I
hear
the resuscitation of a withering womb
Christendom weeps, for the child of a virginal prostitution
Ascetic icons seep with
the blood of dismal martyrdom
Subjugator of the meek, the spirit of man fades
in the eyes of the distant kingdom
Serpent
hordes summon the cinnamon king
Venerating the vestiges of the lonesome crown
Babylon whores writhing in ecstasy
Procreating the
seven seals of prophecy
[Chorus]
Via crucis (The way of the cross)
My kingdom has come
Arcana lucis (arcane light)
Thy
will be done