The Dove And The Raven

The stench of fetid carrion
Plagues the assuaging waters
Fouling its blood soaked wings
Its claws impure and unclean

For forty days the black raven hovers
Yearning for putrid flesh
Feeding on the cries of the forsaken
And the anguish of the unseen

As the fire-seas of purification rise
Over the pits of perdition
To the crest of the mountains of ararat
The white dove glides

As the fire-seas of purification rise
Over the pits of perdition
To the crest of the mountains of ararat
The white dove glides

Ill fated, the damned are destined to consort with the damned
And the meek seek refuge in the father's hands
Fearful and blessed, the gracious spared from the devouring mire
Disdainful and wretched, the voracious shall burn in eternal hell's pyres

When the dawn wanes and dies
It ascends to the windows of heaven
Where the ark of salvation rests
Afar from the purging tides

Dissonant fortunes with discordant hues
Answering to the call of the son of lamech
The dove is spared from the crimson flood
That bled the accursed earth

For the raven, there is no such fate
Thirsting for the torment of wandering souls
As it perishes in the consuming blackness
Where the great deep howls

Ill fated, the damned are destined to consort with the damned
And the meek seek refuge in the father's hands
Fearful and blessed, the gracious spared from the devouring mire
Disdainful and wretched, the voracious shall burn in eternal hell's pyres

Ill fated, the damned are destined to consort with the damned
And the meek seek refuge in the father's hands
Fearful and blessed, the gracious spared from the devouring mire
Disdainful and wretched, the voracious shall burn in eternal hell's pyres

The eternal hell's pyres
The eternal fire
Fire!!