The Paraclete

Soaking the earth with wine from his hands
Creating a new Nile blood and stains
Devouring and binding your crowd as the snake
No halos, just swords splitting a child in half

Stand aside, will you remit with me
The witness of your deciet?
Stand aside, let them adore, I'm undivine
Yet the perfect Paraclete, that new day

Forged from pawns, forged to crowns
Gleaming for all in this sulpher rain

Blinded you hear me preaching
For end-times, the new times to come
Blinded you try to reach him that next day