Dawn of a Golden Age

Moon child
 Spawned of rage
 Soon child
 The dawning of a golden age
 Four and twenty acts have passed
 Since the pact was signed in blood
 Now this fifth lustrum will surely grasp
 The children of the holy
 With music wracked like final gasps
 From hearts that broken
 Flood
 Whilst ruby-wedding talons clasp
 This silver anniversary
 Moon child
 Spawned of rage
 Soon child
 The dawning of a golden age
 Vermillion rivers slither past
 Racing roads to Shangri-La
 Where a million souls aquiver ask
 Small mercies of the holy
 Like flowers plucked from crimson tar
 On florid banks
 The priests waft their scent through horrid bars
 To incense the greater beast
 Bereft of their seas of sweet dreams
 He brings tidings of pain
 War songs in the key of death
 Sharpened through famine and plague
 The knife at the throat of all murder
 He wrote whilst in chains
 And there was given to him a mouth
 Speaking great things and blasphemies
 And power was given unto him
 To blaspheme against God
 And them that dwell in heaven
 And it was given unto him to make war with the saints
 And to overcome them
 And risen from imprisonment
 With so many nations to tame
 Past Caesars and Tsars are but lesions and scars
 To the backs of beyond he reclaims
 For what is not told nor writ bold to his face
 Is now whispered to the torturer's cheek
 And with the rapport whores and sorcerers make
 His kingdom embraces both the Pope and the State
 The suck and the fuck of the wait
 And a glut and a covetous Satan
 The suck and the fuck of the wait
 And come what may
 A glut and a covetous Satan
 Pre-ordained
 Moon child
 Spawned of rage
 Soon child
 The dawning of a golden age