She can see him Climbing the walls So slow So everlasting His vow is forever Seraphim lives An angel burns metres high An angel in a shape of a man An angel flawless in appearance Choked in the fires of a new sun He touched my mouth with fervent coal No guilt, no sin He touched my mouth with fervent coal You're calling me To the ground Crucify the ego Let the senses randomize The sheep must be long dead now They are alone We are eternal No one else will ever be The pazuzu of the west The dissonance in words Seraphim is dead Seraphim is dead If he's really here You should have seen him Behind these walls You can see through You can raise a temple in seconds