Gossamer Veils

Gossamer veils, gossamer veils,
Come dance to the tune of the gossamer veils.
Thy way is all fraught with gossamer veils,
The moon is all blood and the sky is all black,
The waning sun’s robed in an old gunny sack.
Gossamer veils, gossamer veils.
There is smoke in the air near the old dragon’s lair,
And the sound of his shrieking pierces the air.
The time has nigh come for the veils to be torn
And the judgment of God to spring forth like the morn.
Gossamer veils, gossamer veils.
Nothing can hide the grim clash of the angels.
Michael and Gabriel, Raphael and Raguel,
Dance to the tune of the gossamer veils,
Uriel, and Ramiel, and Sariel too,
The host of God’s angels, and many more,
They cast the bright morning star upon the sweet earth.
For Satan, old whore, it’s the end of all mirth.
Gossamer veils, gossamer veils,
Nothing protects us but gossamer veils,
Let us all dance to the gossamer veils,
Gossamer veils, gossamer veils.

“Now salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of His Christ have come, for the accuser of our brethren, who accused them before our God day and night, has been cast down. And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, and they did not love their lives to the death” (Revelation 12:10-11).