Seraphim from Echelon by Gravenchalice

Smoldering halos abaft the Throne of Majesty
Emitting thunderous smoke to block every sense from perceiving our sacred chant
"Holy, Holy, Holy"

Our momentum cannot exhaust, our ignited ardor cannot dim
We sear ourselves willingly and unwillingly
No other purpose bestowed to our existence
Sempiternal worship and dread

As the hand caressing the harp
Giving a voice to the song
Thy glory echoes within my loins
Vibrating via Thy love alone
Zealous to encompass all
Though unworthy and unclean

Blasphemy festers upon my breath
Yet You offered Yourself relentlessly to me
And sent seraphim to bear a burning coal upon my lips
Stripping every bond, clothing me in radiant garlands
Shunning the former raiment

Now we will pray for the sake of those who lack the awestrike of You
Withold not perfection from me and may the sun never hide behind the clouds
Lest the Truth be moved by their falsehood

Sins testify of unfathomed grace
For their triumph is but an age and tears, a leaf
This world is but a dream and this flesh, a vanity worthy to shed
I raise the glad strain across crystal seas
Casting crowns before Thee
Alleluia!

We are Your devoted

• Black Metal
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