Siege of Jerusalem

As the last twinkle In the brown eyes of Jesus Faded to heaven The morning star left Jesus Darkness covered all The sun of the archons set The binding veil torn Those ones in the sleep of death Were awakened hence For the sun of Christ rose up Envy and dumbness Were left in the empty tombs Now they are children Of the sweet infinite light Of the sweet white lamb Though the cup of bitterness Was always given To the sons of shining light By Jerusalem Yaldabaoth and his archons In the pride of night Refused to admit the truth That they killed Jesus Allowing Christ to succeed Which destined their fall Jews did not deserve their wrath A wrathful sentence From the sword of Yaldabaoth With no foreign aid The city was encircled By an iron ring Cutting them off from the world Leaving the ash wolf To burn in their sliced stomachs The ash to the ash Men ate the ash of their young The dust to the dust Young at the dust of the old But both lost their soul The city burned in fury Turning all to ash The temple of gold and white Glory of Saklas Met flames of orange and red From his blind fury Three towers of soot gazed down At those ones enslaved At Hades's consuming flames And stood with the sky As a last testimony Of heaven's glory By the order of Titus The glorious gold Of the second day's temple Was ripped out proudly By the gold feathered eagle With a purple tongue The temple's gold was taken To his cage named Rome Hundreds of thousands of Jews And many Gentiles Of innocents lost their breathe Jews were crucified Nailed by Yaldabaoth's anger And nailed on despair To mock the nailed lamb of white The eagle of gold Was too useful for Saklas To tear apart yet For he hunted and slaughterd Sheep of shining light In bunches of dripping red With his claws of white But this wrath tore the red veil From the third temple Veil of Mosaic patterns Was torn from Christ's Bride Showing her face of beauty Showing her soft lips Skin glittered with gold and white And eyes of twinkling gnosis