Libera, Pt. 1: Saturnine Spheres 가사

Where white doves fall as hammers And the wilted horses dream of lions To the crashing shores, hooves through bloodied tears Rising red rosarium Blossoming choirs Beatitudes of the endless end Where white doves fall White doves fall as hammers And the wilted horses dream of lions Of the drapery, moth grey veils Where the black winds rage This is our end design The war on all life Of our mindless vessels Death we breathe Life's demise, mechanized end design Far beyond our humanity Our end design To be erased from all time Through the shadow of the valley of death We bathe in blood He saturnine spheres of fluttering wings Dusted wombs Upon the ebbing auras, they feed Drawn to life Burning moths, we've set free Illuminate the way Across killing fields, once golden What have we done? What have we done? One last time, upon the threshold In our hands vultures wheel As time swings the great pendulum Dawn of the industrial dirge Where pilgrims sing our fate No more chances, are we too late? Exiled voices All of the one tongue Words of extinction, chorus of truth Life's demise, mechanized end design Far beyond our humanity Our end design To be erased from all time Through the shadow of the valley of death The same blood