Thyestean Feast - The Fall Of Astraea lyrics

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