Dogma

God is rising from the ocean
Get to worshiping your self again
Hanging poisoned ivy In the garden of the selfish man
Its Gilgamesh with missiles sit upon a hill in hell and vent
Many circles circling the winding swing behead the lamb

Permafrost the stairs are built, inside thy parlor blood is spilt
The Offerings of many via scabbard and the bloody hilt
Cut and killed, beyond the known, it's far from close there's something still
Something still beyond our knowledge better see and come to kneel

They're Seeing shapes like
Kaleidoscope vision
All of the colors they render them blind
The Holiness open the eyes of the wicked
The singing beyond at the entrance divine

Cathedral of echoes like piece of the mind
Evil intentions while creeping inside
Whilst The feeblest weak willed all weep while they die
Fly when the boar is killed scream when it die

Omnipotent, confessions all crawling up on the fingertips
Of heretics heretical, with heritage of insolence
Dogmatic, godly presence softly spoken as confession
Automatic keep to speaking on my on and off obsessions

Cutting out the arteries, and dressing up the offering
View fires rising up unveil the monolith no modesty