Funeral Mist - Sword of Faith

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Immaculate, flawless pride
The accuser of their brethren has accused again
An unerring throw of guilt without sin…
To and fro, up and down
Infallible, sovereign glory
O angelic serpent who filled the breadth of the world with tyrants
Come forth! Wash me in the glare of thy shameless perfection
Violent prayers, roaring psalms
I have no voice but that of homage for Thee
Yes, my doubt is an open wound
Yet my conviction the salt within
Sword of faith
Breastplate of righteousness
Garments of vengeance
Locust and the helmet of Salvation
Naked splendour, pain divine, each breath is a cry to be sifted,
sifted as wheat!
Sifted as wheat!
Wood to the pyre, sifted as wheat!
Scorched lungs, solemn benediction
I shall make mountains bleed for thy holy mission
Sword of faith
Breastplate of righteousness
Garments of vengeance
Locust and the helmet of Salvation
…And he hath put a new song in my mouth
Even praise unto our God:
Many shall see it, and fear
And shall trust in the LORD!