BSR

The blood will salt the Earth
And from the flames, makes berth
The Angel of the Light
Wings spread, he'll take his flight

God damn!
What is it all supposed to mean?
Machines, mountain-beings, are they sent of thee?
The sounds of Gabriel
Fathomless depths, cold lasik-kiss of death

The blood will salt the Earth
And from the flames, makes berth
The Angel of the Light
Wings spread, he takes his flight

Oh God! Did you hear it now?
The sound, the noise, they've swept the ground
What did they say? What do they want?
They're paving the way for something they brought