Begotten Interlude Lyrics

by Dusk

The grace of thy lands elaborate regression

Our sacred momento, a failed trail

An indication of feeble intellect

Seize the day

Pitiful dismay

Impending decay

A vision: He's come

The petals of ecstasy, intense delight

Dismissed

This foresight is now real

Anticipate with great fear the second advent

Seize the day

Truth divine

He's come

Biblical prophecy, embalmed reality