Wind of No Change

Day star Over concrete plains Come forth And answer to your names Hear his constant whisper rages on Like a wind of no change And an arrow through the heart Better let go of the loving Embrace the knowing Better savour the poison Assemble a temple of steel To stand on top of that building The soaring tomb with the Scaffolding reaching ever higher And lord Jesus Or what's his name again? Did he watch us Come out of the fire unchanged Map out the harrowing scheme insidе To numb the soul, calculate and magnify Herе comes the final strain The rotten coda, for we are done waiting Here comes our elder kin Appearing where we lay in sin And sing praise hail Satan Hear, a broadcast dripping with his tongue Address the palliative state Transmittals through the dusk So receive the authority See the seven heads of majority Untouched by rust Herе comes the final strain The rotten coda, for we are done waiting Here comes our elder kin Appearing where we lay in sin And sing praise hail Satan I won't sever the ties Or not for one single second Disgrace your name That came to me in my wildest dream You're the flicker on a dead screen Present yet unseen Herе comes the final strain The rotten coda, for we are done waiting Here comes our elder kin Appearing where we lay in sin And sing praise hail Satan