Everything That Is Beautiful Is Falling

Oh, Master
Master of the night and the Sun
Come on the day we bow ourselves
Before all, before the millions
Let me be your choice, let me be the scourge of your hand
You Who offer the sword
Wake up the war inside me and I'll be your voice

Oh Sacrossant Venerable
I walked on the edges of the world
It will be so dark for them that a spark launched will be like the awakening of dawn
I see the cross bathed in Your tearful blood
You have brought the eternal eclipse for all to contemplate the scarlet epitaph
Look at me and I'll be the wound on the iconoclastic
Let me be your will in the winds of your words
I, the temple of Your knowledge

The witness of this choice, the suffering consequences
The eternal silence will fall to crush the abyss
I saw the lifeless serpent, I witnessed its surrender
Its faceless body is a shadow forgotten in the dark
Curled up in its tomb built on lies

Its name will always be nothing
From God, the judgment of all, justified condemnation
Every stone thrown at You will build Your throne
Let me be the scourge of Your hands
The tip of the spear faces down

To undo, to punish
The wound that will never heal
Every voice pronounces Your name
I, who reduce myself, I who bow myself
Hiding my face from the dread of Your greatness
Extending your arms of calamity, I see the hands of all the horrors