Cherubim from Echelon by Gravenchalice

Is there not one who could muster the strength to loathe and bury his dead father?
Is there not one who will beseech His atonement?

On guard, our wings fold only to Him
Forbidding an entrance to the ossuary that overtook the Tree of Life
Behold there are none who stand righteous
They are parched yet unwilling to drink the dew of His grace
But now our wings unfold His covenant like aurum gates
Silencing the screech of lament, extinguishing the aegis sword of flame
Every prodigal shall know their loving Father as it was
Always waiting behind the mirage in depths below the tomb

You know me
You always have
I am torn in awe
Weeping, I keep the secret that hath kept me

Your face will not turn aside
For You are not ashamed of Your own
We were born from Your thoughts
For this I AM glad, I AM glad, I AM glad
O come, let us sing unto the Lord, let us sing
Let us make a joyful noise unto our salvation
Dissecting this flesh, I find You in me, I find me in You
I AM

• Black Metal
• Metal
• usbm
• Florida