Seraphim
Bloodlet Lyrics

I feel it enter my soul.
The person is experiencing a sensation that is entering into their very being.

Paranoid obsession won't let him leave home.
Someone has an irrational fear or obsession that is preventing them from leaving their home.

'Cause he's seen her face in the mirror, all tattered and torn.
The person has seen the face of someone or something in a damaged state in their reflection.

Glass bottom words won't leave her alone.
The person is haunted by words that are transparent and fragile like glass.

'Cause she's seen the angel that kills her.
The person has seen an angel that brings about their demise.

Can't see, don't know that the words are creation.
The person is unaware that the words they hear are the product of someone's creation.

Hell bent on destruction and lies.
Someone is relentlessly committed to causing chaos and spreading falsehoods.

Fear's child sells him theory that hope is alive...
A person's fear is convincing them that there is still reason to believe in hope.

This conflict lies in the back pocket of an unnamed angel.
An angel holds the key to resolving an internal conflict that is hidden away.

Still searching for the sign that completes the circle of its life.
An entity is on a quest to find the missing piece that will bring their existence full circle.

Don't know what it finds will define its life from the bottom of its soul.
The entity is uncertain what they will discover and how it will shape their being.

Is your friend OK? Look like the lonely one who wants things to change.
The artist is concerned about a friend who appears isolated and yearning for change.

But things, they change too fast.
Change can happen too quickly for some to adapt easily.

Held in contempt of the righteous.
Someone is being judged unfavorably by those who consider themselves morally superior.

He believes in serrated words.
The person believes in using sharp, pointed language to convey their message.

Left undisturbed will haunt him forever.
If something is not addressed, it will continue to plague him indefinitely.

Heaven sent, chosen few. Stealing the cracks below a screaming trumpet.
A select group of individuals was sent from heaven to exploit the flaws in a situation.

Four heads on six wings that blow the four winds as the seventh trumpet sounds.
A group of beings possessed four heads and six wings, and their actions caused widespread effects as a result.

I told that man what you had said and he looked at me and lied.
Someone relayed a message, and when confronted, the recipient was untruthful.

Cried and closed his eyes, died and drew the line.
The man was emotionally affected and stood firm in his decision to end what he had started.

Time goes as I go and I go high. His deed warms me.
The artist is rising above their circumstances, and someone's actions have a positive impact on them.

This darkness caresses me again. The sloppy image of painted truth rides through the heart of its maker.
The artist is once again experiencing a negative and seductive feeling, and a distorted truth is being spread by its creator.

This man, his ability etched. Sports the hemorrhage from her dead socket.
A man's skill was imprinted on him, and he carries the wounds of a deceased person in his eye socket.

Now we can't wake him. Through holes in walls these angels walk.
The man is currently unresponsive, and supernatural beings pass through walls unseen.

Hole in his soul, this demon breathes. Knows in his heart, the seraphim will fall.
Something is causing the man's soul to deteriorate, and an evil entity is thriving off of it. This entity knows that the seraphim will eventually be defeated.

When the winds die will the treason still bleed. Who's left holding the smoking gun...I am.
After the chaos has subsided, the aftermath of treachery will still be felt. The singer takes responsibility for being involved.

Cold whispers help burn this sinner's eyes. Pulls him back to birth.
The words being whispered cause the person to feel intense pain and brings them back to their origins.

I witness the end. True beauty.
The artist has seen the conclusion of something and recognizes the beauty in it.