Genesis Of Death
James Tait, Metatron (Metal Musician)
Taken to Gehenna, the fire always burns
Cast into the wasteland, eaten by the worms
Taken to the ash heap in lower Ge-hinnom
In dreary misery, where idols once belonged
To die in isolation
Abandoned by a nation
Slow asphyxiation
Soon to come the end
A curse unto god, to hang upon a tree
Such a hateful end, to ritually cease to be
I am not the son of god
You will become the man god
I am not the Messiah;
You have become the priest king
My birth was never foretold
Covered in the dust of human remains"
And the black embrace of Acheron
Where grim visage'd faces, peer from the ashes of Lebanon
Where flesh becomes clay, from Syria to Yemen
And open graves adorn the shores of heaven