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