In his Lovely Kingdom

Lover of all

face the Apocolypse

you fade away under the black rain

and flowers remain

flowers to step on

flowers to burn

Am I ready for the god below

red flesh to penetrate my skin

to steel my soul away

to the grave I seek

until I'm feeling weak

But there's fire

in my heart, in my eyes

in his body, in his eyes

and in his lovely kingdom