The stench of fetid carrion Plagues the assuaging waters Fouling its blood soaked wings Its claws impure and unclean For forty days the black raven hovers Yearning for putrid flesh Feeding on the cries of the forsaken And the anguish of the unseen As the fire-seas of purification rise Over the pits of perdition To the crest of the mountains of ararat The white dove glides As the fire-seas of purification rise Over the pits of perdition To the crest of the mountains of ararat The white dove glides Ill fated, the damned are destined to consort with the damned And the meek seek refuge in the father's hands Fearful and blessed, the gracious spared from the devouring mire Disdainful and wretched, the voracious shall burn in eternal hell's pyres When the dawn wanes and dies It ascends to the windows of heaven Where the ark of salvation rests Afar from the purging tides Dissonant fortunes with discordant hues Answering to the call of the son of lamech The dove is spared from the crimson flood That bled the accursed earth For the raven, there is no such fate Thirsting for the torment of wandering souls As it perishes in the consuming blackness Where the great deep howls Ill fated, the damned are destined to consort with the damned And the meek seek refuge in the father's hands Fearful and blessed, the gracious spared from the devouring mire Disdainful and wretched, the voracious shall burn in eternal hell's pyres Ill fated, the damned are destined to consort with the damned And the meek seek refuge in the father's hands Fearful and blessed, the gracious spared from the devouring mire Disdainful and wretched, the voracious shall burn in eternal hell's pyres The eternal hell's pyres The eternal fire Fire!!