Gardens Of Chaos (the Curse Of The Sexless Angel) Lyrics

Gardens Of Chaos (the Curse Of The Sexless Angel) lyrics

Seven signs upon the welkin high

a prophecy of man to die

the irony
of the curse was the fact of the prayer

it was invoked in ignorant
despair

a boundless terror blazing rage

in the shape of a sexless
angel

with the soul of a cosmic tyrant

in control of the infinitive
forces

to create and destroy*

whirlwinds and chaos sweeps the
earth

it cracks the soil and drains the oceans

(the angel) "I deny
your human kind

and your nature are insignificant

to me you are
blind

and now you shall burn in a global Phyre!"

(the prophecy)
"The final of an era

burning rivers running red

beneath black towes
erected high

piercing the starlit shimmering sky

before a world
destruction

a cosmic terror rage"

in the shape of a sexless
angel!

winds of mayhem, violent clouds

an undrainable source of
madness

which shreds the soul, betrays the eyes

but what's written
shall be done

in the garden of chaos

we all shall BURN!