I. Tekiah
The Great Shofar is sounded
A blast of gold and amber
The procession of the righteous carries with them
Two Great Cherubim of Gold
A blast of gold and amber
The procession of the righteous carries with them
Two Great Cherubim of Gold
Amber gleam contained
Harken to the Holy Call!
Trees bow low
weeds raise up
Kingdom and Kingship
Law and Grace
Harken to the dark, to the deep!
With a beginning, the Great Shofar sounds!
Harken to the Holy Call!
Trees bow low
weeds raise up
Kingdom and Kingship
Law and Grace
Harken to the dark, to the deep!
With a beginning, the Great Shofar sounds!
II. Shevarim
The still, small voice is heard
Blood pools from tent spikes
meshing with a mother's tears
My son! My evil son!
Salty blood and salty tears
Pillars of pity
Pillars of grief for the wicked
No Glory without Sorrow
without turning
Turning, death rather than
life of turning
Wailing over canteens of milk
Blood of enemies
Blood of allies
Harken to the Great Wail!
Blood pools from tent spikes
meshing with a mother's tears
My son! My evil son!
Salty blood and salty tears
Pillars of pity
Pillars of grief for the wicked
No Glory without Sorrow
without turning
Turning, death rather than
life of turning
Wailing over canteens of milk
Blood of enemies
Blood of allies
Harken to the Great Wail!
III. Teruah
The Great Shofar is sounded
A blast of red and orange
Winged aspects flee
before the drums
Smashed lanterns of orange
Crashing
Resonating
Fearing
Harken to the spear, not pruning hooks!
Sweet blood runs like milk and honey
Roads paved of good intentions
Iron graeves break cobblestones
Raise the standard of Crimson
of Burgundy
Harken to the Great and the Terrible!
A blast of red and orange
Winged aspects flee
before the drums
Smashed lanterns of orange
Crashing
Resonating
Fearing
Harken to the spear, not pruning hooks!
Sweet blood runs like milk and honey
Roads paved of good intentions
Iron graeves break cobblestones
Raise the standard of Crimson
of Burgundy
Harken to the Great and the Terrible!
IV. Tekiah Gedolah
The Great Shofar is sounded
The still, small voice is heard
Prone rise to silver
Tongues swell
Blood begets dust
and Dust is our End
-DubTak
The still, small voice is heard
Prone rise to silver
Tongues swell
Blood begets dust
and Dust is our End
-DubTak
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