Reap-Meadows End

A diseased saint. With a mind set to unease Wishes again to break through the porled gate His scattered wings reminds of beauty set to fade But still in his eyes burns with redeeming hate Reap I've come to reap these fields To scorn the flesh of the holy Heavens gates set to flames And crumble those in faith Down with the most high. Oh, vanity of dear vanities A fallen one to becoming the hunger of depraved A monger of truth to all revealing the path of fire I've nourished through time in the veil of desire Oh the great opposer! Transcending skin into scales Oh the great opposer! Splitting tongue like thy faith Reap I've come to reap this fields To scorn the flesh of the holy Heavens gates set to flames And crumble those in faith Down with the most high Down with the most high