Aeonscourge

Lend me 10,000 flames
That I may bequeatht them
This peerless gift to man
This wandering scourge
Who's hungered to return

Blind the world and cosmos
In your glare, abyss
And pluck out their eyes
That bejewel the sky
Insane the glory of the torment's advent
With honeyed tongues and edicts of fire

Vomit upon this ailing universe
Years pregnant with its destroyer

Engulft the earth from
One black horizon to the other
The coming flood cuts the broken
Shore with razors
Each sanguinary wave
That lacerates the land
Only the mountains of corpses
Will soothe its temper

Lend me 10,000 eyes, and I will fill them
With tragedies and prophetic tears
Practice your hearts with grief
Your maws with howling
And your children burial's art

Vile, vile creaton scorned
All things will receive
Their revenue of vice
Vile, vile creation scourged
The timeworn centuries fat for butchery

Fat for slaughter
Fat for death
Time ends

The gleaming darkness abyss that reaps
The seeds of this dying husk
Light the webs of cosmos
With your brilliant fire
Deep within pitch bowels erupt violent
Chaos upon the world
Over-gorged on her rotten milk
Of desolation, blight and death