Текст песни Oracle - The Concubine

Oracle

I am the key,
the worm in the apple,
I am the key,
devour-
the revered automation,
devour,
butchering these slaves,
o, prince of insect,
taste thy sweet petals,
the fifth angel fell,
let the trumpet sound,
and bless the throne,
our lord is born,
the prince will rise-
we fear the future,
this mechanized holocaust,
we taste the steel,
progress in reverse,
success seems distant,
our only hope,
our only chance,
destiny,
the throne,
the way of kings,
this is deception,
bless us thy grace our lord,
save us from this apparatus,
so the trumpets can sound again,
so there can be hope again-
god bless the pig,
the messiah must come,
revelation of Apollyon,
total annihilation-
where is our martyr, a stuck pig-
our hell is naked before him,
and there are no feeble barriers,
from the destruction,
our hell is naked before him,
this is our hell