The Judge

The wrath of God lies sleeping
How these things end in confusion (and curses and blood)
To carry war of a mad man's making
Ex inferis

Forced, usurped, stricken from the throne
Ghosts in the desert riding forth
In sand up to our eyelids (eyelids)
Barren wastes of silence (silence)
And the gutters fill with blood

Crawling through the mud with yellow insipid eyes
Crawling in the fucking viscera, bleeding skies

Forced, usurped, stricken from the throne
Ghosts in the desert riding forth
And bleeding in the rain we call your name
Our saviour, ex inferis