Letra de Second coming

Black hopelessness
venoms the hidden unholiness
of your withered virgin
Speechless remonstration
grinds the arches
of your risen dominion
Dark superstition
drinks coagulated blood
of your blasphemic lust
The age of the glorified god
yields to a cold endlessness
which, with vivid stiffness
awaits my resignation
The second coming
the faceless lash
in the unholiness
of my destination