In the shadow of all past. All the did exist, in end. In life, we long to celebrate. Virtue in shame relate. In what the future lies I seek Blasphemy Divine. To bring our minds ... await the birth of our blissful rage. A falling star. I gaze through this heart. Again they seek, a power so weak. For we can only observe, to create and preserve, this foundation we have built. Upon our thrones we serve. Follow...