Thyestean Feast - The Fall of Astraea lyrics

rate me

Kneel,

Before the sunset of epoch

Eve of omens gathers me

To weep the fall of Astraea

Seals,

Of shaped dogmas famish

Misery forges stream anthems,

Lies of tortured patriarch

Seek,

Zeaphon seek and always find

That prophecy forms circle

And diviner has forked tongue

So falleth the morning spear

These lunar mantras of heresy,

Whispered in costumes of day

To merge and the invade.

Nightfall summons vigil

So dies the oath, and oblivion

Vanished pyres of midnight,

The fall of Astraea

Bleed,

Gabriel bleed and always scream

All thy archlies sweet

Never belived and yet obeyed

Sleep,

Ithuriel sleep and always dream

Fabled utopia of grace

Nevermore