Forms of hate,
Inhume to the blackwater gates
Resound the hymn,
Voice of Eden
Enthroned Dominus
Portraits of blood
As the wax spills
And stains the palms red

Imminent vengeance,
With the thrusting of the blade.
A salient presence.
Be still, the stained.
Of all the light we don’t see,
Comes the wrythe that will always be

Tearing away the flesh of this world
Removing the grasp that you hold
Howling winds beg for death
Extinguish the fire that burns from within

Ungiving sorrow