Merging with Sword, Onto Them

The essence of seraphim
 Merging with sword, onto them
 And the seamless garment like the morning
 Dipped in the blood of men
 Made as the filth of the world
 And overwhelming to direct vision
 Becoming the agents of torment
 Veins filled with the serum of prophesy
 Becoming the agents of torment
 Eyes weeping the tears of prophesy
 Become the agents of torment
 Ears filled with the semen of prophesy
 Ultimate acts of perverted intimacy
 Nary a soul left without the punishment
 Mountains now full of yours
 Surrounded by their own graves
 Let no warning sound from the trumpets of gold
 Become the beginning of the end for the land of the living
 Delivered to death those of the whole of the globe
 From the death of all
 Also claims those who call for it
 And none shall escape this
 Be as shadows amongst the nations
 And cause great mourning
 Wings upon wings upon wings
 Cause men to die
 Filled with iniquity and perfection
 Swallowing the holy mountain of god
 And it's fiery stones
 Incense down from capsized center
 Raise this voice to the ashes of the world
 Still hemorrhaging from the intoxication of rhema
 Dwelling within the hand of desolation
 Merging the sword, onto them
 The heir apparent
 And inflicter of delicious agony
 The whole of the human race
 Gone as T-lymphocytes