Hosanna - Funeral Mist

And as our song one last time shall rise

So shall the dead — So shall the dead

From all that’s dwelling below the skies

Let the false heaven’s praise arise

False salvation loud proclaim and shout for the joy of the false god’s name

Blessed be the song of the fraud and the sham

Blessed be the foul masquerade of the lamb

Hosanna!

Behold the rise of an army of well-dressed anti-Christs

And as the one torch at last shall burn

So shall the flesh — So shall the tenets of the flesh

So shall the doctne of the womb

So shall the gospel of the birth

So shall the promise of the Lord

And as the first voice in war shall drown

So shall the last — so shall the despair of the last

And as his word now shall come alive

So shall the dead — so shall the dead

For all that’s dwelling below the skies

That blind destruction that in us thrives

Holy water upon the young and holy poison under the tongue

Cherish the ashes, revere the dust

Embrace the vows of the jewel wasp

Hosanna, Stolen gospelshine — Hosanna to the false divine

And as the one law at last shall fall

So shall the flesh — so shall the tenets of the flesh

So shall the doctrine of the womb

So shall the gospel of the birth

So shall the promise of the Lord

So shall the blessings of the damned

And as our psalms one last time shall roar

So shall our doom — So shall the trumpets of our doom