She can see him
Climbing the walls
So slow
So everlasting
His vow is forever
Seraphim lives
An angel burns
metres high
An angel in a shape of a man
An angel flawless in appearance
Choked in the fires of a new sun
He touched my
mouth with fervent coal
No guilt, no sin
He touched my mouth with fervent coal
Youre calling me
To the ground
Crucify
the ego
Let the senses randomize
The sheep must be long dead now
They are alone
We are eternal
No one else will ever
be
The pazuzu of the west
The dissonance in words
Seraphim is dead
Seraphim is dead
If hes really here
You
should have seen him
Behind these walls
You can see through
You can raise a temple in seconds