Sacred is the light in which
the life of Sylphs doeth falter
The dark red glow, chaos
Floating dead in the air
She dots her limbs
With trails of broken souls
To be reformed
And condensed
Unto the scepter of serpents
Transcribing
The paradox of time
Catacomb of thy self
Weaving signs of danger
Adorn the skies
With symbols of death
Arise, wandering spirits
Of forthcoming despair
Atmospheric Crumbling
Of the flesh and mind
Altering dials and destinies
Pierce with the Contrails
Heliophobic formation
Detailing the demise
of the sylphs
Death of the skies
Sacrifice
Of Gaseous manifestation
Behold
Winds of incineration
Separation of the sacred three
The Swiveling archway
Beckons her to enter
Now commences, the
cataclysmic transition
Solve et Coagula
