Funeral Mist - Anathema Maranatha

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Lo! A new angel has come to spread his wings
A great swarm of plagues to collect our sins
Even now shall they surrender…
To the power of the dog
Sin and sinner, death and dying
The many waters must be judged
Flesh as straw as soil and soul
All chained to the great great whore
For more love than seraphs know
We will live seraphs burn
Deep in bonds of miry clay
The many waters must be judged
He shall suck the poison of asps!
The viper’s tongue shall slay him!
He shall suck the poison of asps!
The viper’s tongue shall slay him!
…and yes he shall fall among them that fall!
ANATHEMA MARANATHA!
ANATHEMA MARANATHA!
The Anathema is in the midst of thee
Let him be had in execration Maranatha
The Anathema is in the midst of thee
Let him be Anathema Maranatha!
Hell from beneath is moved to meet thee
Moved to meet thee at thy coming
It stirreth up the dead for thee
Even all the chief ones of the earth
Hell is naked, naked before him
And destruction hath no covering
And yes, he shall fall among them that fall
For he hearest not the LORD!
For more love than seraphs know
We will like seraphs burn
Deep in bonds of miry clay
The many waters must be judged
He shall suck the poison of asps!
The viper’s tongue shall slay him!
He shall suck the poison of asps!
The viper’s tongue shall slay him!
…and yes, he shall burn in the fires of rejection
For he hath gone a whoring from the LORD our GOD!