Testimony of burnt offering

Like a rose that never withers
Salvation still obscures our minds
Flattering the sweetest illusions
And we devote our cries to the dream

Once the sun outshone the ancient temple
But nobody heard its steeple chime
The dead blood flowed down its veins
The past had taken its own, it seems, at that time

But only the blind could not see…

Deep down inside the stoned twilight
Grim figures gathered in the church
In the shade of their god — a dangerous meeting —
The sign of truth was destined to touch

Dim little candles were burning
Like sparkles of darkened dreams
No more pain, no laughter, no sorrow
No more love except the passion of belief

One dream
Had occupied their minds
A paradise
They tried to find
One fire
Needed time to ignite the way
One suicide
To meet the fate
Insanity eclipsed their day

In the faith of wicked matter
A gloomy priest like a faceless moon
Whispered darkly to the stars about Satan
That life on Earth had been doomed

If the desert asked me for water
I would shout — drink the lie you believed
The escape for the chosen was coming
And they kneeled for the words of deceit

The tribes of serpents
Ever dwell around
The whole world is melting
To fall down in hell
Unfold all your
Inner sins and deep lies
And receive testimony
Of our Christ

Like sorrow and pain in the mind
The rain with lightning rolled the skies
The black mass of the preacher of madness
The night had come to claim the sacrifice

Blood appeared on the altar
The rose fell on snow-white stone
The red-covered hammer in the gutter
A new crucifixion shone in the night

The solitary mother of the perished
Her pale lips hardened like stone
Her glassy stare shone with blessed fear
Yet her heart should have felt something wrong

Uncertainty in the preacher's words
Might have been born in her eyes
But the hope for eternity in Eden
Like a black bird rose above the cries

Now hear the sound
Of steps — Satan's hooves
The shadows of black wings
Above our roofs
The world is feasting the beast
On the holy altar
Its time is over
I see the failed sun

Lightning from the sky
Magic is coming by
Lights your soul in cry
Now it's time to die

Higher, higher
Shine the fire
Higher, higher
The true desire
Prayer, prayer
Hear my prayer
Praise my burning for heaven

One dream
Had occupied their minds
A paradise
They tried to find
One fire
Needed time to ignite the way
One suicide
To meet the fate
Insanity eclipsed their day

Once the sun outshone the grey dust in the morning
And nobody heard the steeple chime
The dawning wind had blown away the wasted souls
The past had taken its own, it seems, at that time

But only the blind could not see…

Pray to the priest for heaven
Preaching in a church of your own
His words about thunder that someday
Like the anger of gods will bring you down

His names are a legion of darkness
Yet they are the same cursed one
Burnt offering — does it mean anything?
A warning for suffering and damnation