Apostle

Followed a great father
And he took me to the sea
We waited there for our countrymen
And once we rode away
Consumed in orange Sun
Our return was told, desolate

Our fists are rising
We grovel from our knees
Our king forsaken, pestilence
The river surges
Preparing for the feed
Blood and pain rife, malevolence

From earth breeds fire
Brimstone covers plains
And from the ash, beezlebub
Journey completed
Our deeds have been done
What lies next, punishment