(Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic)
Why slay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Pain is raising armies of our faith
Now The future cowers Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens
We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague
Great Hellscapes rape inflamed horizons
Here....
This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars
Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdamerung, the great bereaver
Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show's return
Unforgiving proof accrual begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell
Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul
Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers
Liars and deniers, thicken the mire's grasp Treacherous and lecherous
(Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony Queen of Winter, throned)
This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this...
Now The future cowers Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens
We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague
Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons
Here...
Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, fatal the lever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver
A twilight for bone idols. sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man's stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plights Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight
(Death darkens all Ring wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic)