Fornication veils the morning just like carnage veils the day
The absurd and foul are silenced as the gods have turned away
There are crimson feathers falling from the slaughtered bird of [bad word] 
I am wearing all my glory for the advent of the new
There's a golden dawn inside me making darkness go away
Just like silver stars imploding we absorb the light of day

In the hopeless march of millions for the sanctity of lies
Who is chaste amongst the sacred turning darkness into light?
There is golden rain descending from an angel in disguise
Let us sacrifice the seraphs for the good of humankind
There are storm-clouds in the distance can you hear the rise of fray?
We are uniformed and naked in the rising of today