Wings of the Archangel

The archangel spreads its wings in front of the mass
Symbolizing the new era of faith
Casting shadows upon worshippers
Petrified mortals, who gaze upon this divine sight
Salvation, too grotesque to comprehend
You are the sacrificial
You are the tainted icon
Lost souls wandering in abandoned lands
Lost forms mutated, into vilest diseases!
Word burns in hottest flame of incineration
In scorn of cycle of life and death
Organic matter turn into ash erasing any trace of lesser man
Messengers of salvation dressed in cloaks of doom
Eyes wide open petrified mortals
Gaze on reflection of something so gruesome
Divine light behind him!
You are the sacrificial!
You are the tainted icon!
You are the torch that is shining so bright
You are the charred corpse in grave
Process of divine formation taking place
You are the blossom of new flesh
You are the rotten meat in a hook
Scattered fragments unmatched to their desires
You are the sacrificial
You are the tainted icon
Lost souls wandering in abandoned lands
You are the altar of worship
You are the vessel of new spirit
Lost souls confused and seeking