Nekroí Theoí - Ancient of Days Lyrics

O' Holy God
Thine eyes hath seen
The river that carves all history
That putrid flow
March of blood and bone
All movements accounted for
All souls named and known

Thy Holy Tongue spoketh deep into the seed of civilization
A truth to anchor us
That Thy Word is Thy Essence
That Your Truth is unchanging

And yet we, Babel that we are, forged new truths
Deep blasphemies that struck down
Your Holy perimeters
In our iniquity
We spared those who would seek to defy your divine assignment
In our depravity we sought to understand them
To love them

But You are unchanging
(Blessed are we)
And the God that forged the canyons
Was not a god of love
(Blessed are we)

Praise be Yahweh
Holy Punisher of impurity
Let Him purge us of our deviance
May his gilded scythe cull our reprobate
May the One True God cleanse the human stain

You are unchanging
(Blessed are we)
And the God that forged the canyons
Was not a god of love
(Blessed are we)

Praise be Yahweh
O' Ancient of Days

Let us suffer through the fire
Refine us into Your Image
An image too terrible to know
Too sacred to shed

Let us burn the earth
That the ash may mark our allegiance
Let us level the forests
To lay down the palms of Your return

Deceivers have arisen to usurp Thee
They who would guide us into an artificial light
A light of material birth
A truth based on metrics and crude matter

This truth is corrupt
This truth is constantly in flux

Save us from such obscene heresies,
God of Abraham,
And in Your Sovereign Name
We will silence those
Who spit such falsehoods

Vulgarities by many names
Liberation
Equality
Justice
All of these in procreation with each other
All of these, sin

None who propagate such degeneracy shall be spared
Not even the Son of God

Patriarch of the Universe
May Your Ancient Wrath vomit forth
Cover the mountains in Your Judgement
Bestow us with piles of bones to construct Your Kingdom
Let the marrow of the decadent be the mortar of Your Temples
Let the blood of false prophets
Precipitate to feed our harvest

All who speak against Thee
Shall only find legacy in our gut
All who question Thee
Shall find their answer in suffering

They seek to lay siege upon Your Bride
With profane weapons of science, inquiry, philosophy, and dark dialectics
Their fetid breath spewing that blasphemous word
""Why?""
An insult
An affront
A sin itself

For we have the answer
It has been, as is our God, unchanging

In the beginning was The Word
And the Word was with God
And the Word was God

And the Word has been unchanging
Has it not?