Shattered Wings Ov The Paraclete
Synthema Occvlta
Forgiveness is a farce
Met with demands for Abrogation
From He who rules it all
A liar, a charlatan
A false god, a prophet
A president, a king
Fill your void with cyclical recession
Apprehension lead to dread
Dread, to horror
In this, a foreboding nightmare
Your horror turns to panic
Deification, the process has begun
Breaking the backs of the chosen ones
To shepherd a flock, bound by Crook and Cross
May your doubts shatter, like belief in the spirit
On shattered wings, you carry the idol of man
Buffoon into king, fool into god
Like strange alchemy, the transmutation of belief
Where once you were free, now you are sheep
Upon the shattered wings ov the paraclete
How dare you question Trump,
He’s suffered for your sins
When You’ve weaponized the courts
You claim to desire justice
He’d never cause you harm
He only wants you freed
Like Jesus Christ above
Above the thrones of kings
All hail the end of days,
All hail the seventh head of rome
The shadow cast, so long and rough
As God himself foretold
Let no man forsake the chosen
That god himself hath placed
You faith will be forgiven
In the kingdom of one man’s grace
Deification, the process has begun
Breaking the backs of the chosen ones
To shepherd a flock, bound by Crook and Cross
May your doubts shatter, like belief in the spirit
On shattered wings, you carry the idol of man
Buffoon into king, fool into god
Like strange alchemy, the transmutation of belief
Where once you were free, now you are sheep
Upon the shattered wings ov the paraclete
On death, he shall not rise
From hell, he never came
Heaven’s gates, eternally closed
To build the wealth within
Sodomized by greatness
Raped by gods and men
We give our lives to Salo
So He may come again
Have no fear, his words are true,
Ne’er shall they forsake
Now close your eyes, and open wide
The serpent advocates
The aberrant deranged;
They don’t accept they’re slaves
To save us from ourselves
He gives us this choice;
Prison, or the grave
Bow your head, and pray
To the idol of salvation
Bow your head and pray
To the idol of salvation
On shattered wings, you carry the idol of man
Buffoon into king (king), fool into god (god)
Like strange alchemy, the transmutation of belief
Where once you were free, now you are sheep
Upon the shattered wings ov the paraclete
