The last seraphim, fallen Tomb of darkness, now ruptured From the willows that enshroud A shrine of evil has opened In tongues of chaos I will invoke the unspoken wisdom Take form, anomalies My vengeful heart unappeased My ancient curse – will hex you, corrupt you No mercy – disintegrate you, desecrate you No affinity with thrones of heaven Stormy clouds drift menacingly Hanging oppressively from blackened skies Poisoned rain fell like spears In rites of clandestine blaze I will crush the holy order Channeling our fiery hate My prideful master, on the throne A causal flames will rise In this dead of night Consuming endlessly Of those with the light