1. BIRD OF ILL OMEN

There is a hell so old
The papists had it papered over
Field of Elysium
Where hornets swarm as thick as clover
Antediluvian
The men who dwell within that creche
Conceived before the word
Was transubstantiated flesh

Amongst their number
Haunt the alchemists of old
Those who turn the water into life
Can transmute your dreams to gold
To fashion halos for the host
That strike the staffs of warring popes
That hang the heretics, on high
From flax and golden-braided ropes

And you will know that a life
Is but the breadth of a stone's throw
That a hanged man's eye sees nothing
In the dark of the belly of a starved crow

Hear the murder calling on the natural man?
What rough beast slouches towards Bethlehem?

Sister Sofia
Crowned in a Witch's Gowan wreath
Gathered the darkness in her hands
And she tore it with her teeth
She slipped her hand into the wound
To address a bloodless void
Where all light is crushed in singularity
And the "word" has been destroyed...

...and scattered into the sea
Like the ashes of a dead king
Like the fears I set free return to me
Upon the feathers of a black wing
Let the Empyrean sing...

...that the curtain's falling on the natural man
What rough beast slouches towards Bethlehem?

You've got to gather all the ones you love
You've got to get out while you can
Those who seek to rule
Will soon disseminate your plan

When we fall, we fall forever
Clawing, blind, at the atmosphere
Cut the throat of the black bellwether
For the end is here

Oh, why must this burden fall to me?
No, there are none so blind they cannot see
No, you who turned your face away from me
Who let the sky fall down

When they fall, the fall forever
Clawing, blind, at the atmosphere
Cut the throat of the black bellwether
For it all ends here

There is a ledge so steep
A dark so deep, in leagues, descending
Inside, the godhead sleeps
Consumed by nightmare, never ending

People bow and they pray
And they scrap when they say
That you hold in your hand
How can such be endured
When it's all but assured
There are gears greased in blood
At the heart of the plan?
Stringing man upon rope
Making foe of our friend
Making sport of all hope
At the edge of a world without end

Hear the murder calling on the natural man?
What rough beast slouches towards Bethlehem?


2. ELECTRIC FUNERAL

Reflex in the sky warn you you're gonna die
Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide
Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties
Turns people into clay, radiation minds decay

Robot minds of robot slaves lead them to atomic rage
Plastic flowers, melting sun, fading moon falls upon
Dying world of radiation, victims of mad frustration
Burning globe of oxy'n fire, like electric funeral pyre

Buildings crashing down to a cracking ground
Rivers turn to wood, ice melting to flood
Earth lies in death bed, clouds cry water dead
Tearing life away, here's the burning pay
Electric Funeral
Electric Funeral
Electric Funeral
Electric Funeral

And so in the sky shines the electric eye
Supernatural king takes earth under his wing
Heaven's golden chorus sings, Hell's angels flap their wings
Evil souls fall to Hell, ever trapped in burning cells!