Malak Al-Hag (Angel of Truth)

A saint with open arms
For a safe shelter in pain
Life falls down and breaks
In tears she searches for remedy
On the ground there is no god

[Grunts:]
Words of the illusionist
Father’s preach of lies
Built in moldering ruins
The temple you blindly serve

Cry on me, I’ll ease your mind
Like opium it will awake you
For once to be disillusioned
To believe beyond existence
No agony she feels now

[Grunts:]
Blasphemies of the fatalist
Litanies echoed as hymns
Deprivation and disease
The paradise you kill to bring

Will lead you the siren song
Shall awareness be your guide
Only god knows how you feel
Breathe in the saint’s words

[Grunts:]
Humanity will cower again
Run and pray for redemption
Before the gates of shame
She will find condescension

[Grunts & Screams:]
Breathe in the saint’s words
And words they’ll ever stay
In dust from dust your body turns
For nothing in return

[Whispers:]
Malak Al-Hag
No grace in human
He is but flesh

[Choir & Grunts:]
Hail O Tyrant
Hail O God
For you we wade in mud
Like the blade of Nephilim
They bend and kneel for Him