Messiah

Messiah born, the wings of faith, the rift of God, the script of
Fate. And death the guile, as keen as fey, the boast of kings,
The pride of day. And nave aflame, the flight of Christ, the
Deign of love, the pulse of light. Thus forbidden, the joys of
Hell, the fruits of sin, the need to flail. But pelt to soul, the ghost
Aflame, the heart to weep, the beast of bane. And torn with grief,
The core of faith, the sore of tears, aflare with haste. Thus the
Scripture, ablaze with pride, the sprout of wings, a need to die.

Messiah born, the wings of faith, the rift of God, the script of
Fate. And soul to flight, the fount of dreams, the mount of
Prayer, a sullen scream. And whet aflame, to touch the wounds,
A wilted faith, aflare with gloom. Thus the vision, a gust of
Wind, messiah born, a mystic glen. And death the guile, as keen
As fey, the boast of kings, the pride of day.