Sundered Creation

Shadows arise on our final morning To bleed us of our sight Our ears struck deaf by the contagion Swarming to usher in the night Insidious is this corruption And piercing as a blade Despoiling all that falls before it And leaving a garden where the dead are laid Rivers run dry The plague begins His robes unfurling, the morbid reaper grins Smoke fills the sky Bishop takes king As rapture falters And falls to suffering From the crest To the earth Look upon A sundered creation As ghosts of dawn Breathe dying air And senseless, wander Into the creature's lair The sceptre and the crown Fall on unheeding ground Subjugate life to despair The tapestries of our grand illusion Now hanging in disgrace I, the scion of a desolate sun When the ash blots out the sky I, the figure that in judgment will sit And proclaim the end as nigh Death is struck, and nature quakes As the end times come upon us And the stone of ages breaks Quid sum miser, tunc dicturus Fall Wail In your halls of pestilence and greed Kneel Pray To your gods of law and deceit Draw knives Across your silver tongues Repent As you feel the ash in your lungs Your time is now Breathe deep and die