Empty as a decomposing tomb
Driven by the wings of a swarm
The specter of lies continues to carry its burden
We lit the pyre of divine dominance
From dawn to dusk

For the seraphim who contemplated the fall of Eosphoros
Flaming like lightning
Flogged by the murmur of

Dress with the colors of mourning.
I am wearing the clothing of chaos and order.
To govern everyone.
To extinguish the usurpation of fallen consciousness.
My hands distill the ether of destruction.

And death claims the despair of many.
I trample the mountains, not to be

Bereaved at the banquet table.
On empty plates I offer you hunger.
Death shook his world by taking its toll.
I offer you fever and illness.

Steel spines wrapped around his neck.
Look, behold me now.
I came to present you with pain and fire.
You have no name or face.