Visions bleak, fortified in maiming cold.
Enthralled by ancient conjured vociferations.
Insignificant, miserable lives are unable to repel
Their forthcoming violent death.
Tempestous sermonizers breath chimes
A funeral dirge of an ungodly tome.
We - who deny the gift of life shall be the judging blade.
We - who walk illumined paths, shall herald the hallowed prophecy.
The epitome of garish forgiveness inverts
To a pale countenance of horrid torments.
Compassion, citadel of heavens abode,
Tonelessly crumbles to redeeming indifference.
We - who are lords above your god, witness the final prayer
Tempestous sermonizers breath howles
A funeral dirge of an ungodly tome.
We - who are ancient aristocrats are mankinds scourge.
For there is no other god besides the i
