It Washes Over

Spreader blight
Depraved of light
Parasite
Entered the body
Entered the body

A thousand suns
A soft face
A fallen void
In that cave
(In that cave)

What's grown has become
Heavy and drops
Drops from the sky
Plagues itself with time
Plagues itself with time

A thousand suns
A soft face
A fallen void
In that cave
(In that cave)

When the ending of light prevails
All the saints discard their robes
Let the locusts lap at their skin
And regress into ether
As flooding light unveils
Hounds will unleash cries towards the moon
The river's mouth unfurls
We will wash ourselves anew

Anointed with gas
Stoking the flame
An apocalypse, I am
Unable to contain