The Violent Fury

I am the author of death Behold, for thy vision is in our midst In the shadows of the purest transcendence Time is a river ever flowing For death is the everlasting cycle of life Shall I embellish the seas of change Must I embrace this departing life For all mankind shall fall before us The wicked that shall engulf the earth I am the composer of pain Centuries of accumulative drought I am the composer of pain Aeons of assimilation destroyed I am the composer of pain The storm that no one shall escape I am the composer of pain Initiate the command to destroy Behold, as he permeates through the land For it is he and only he who can absolve us Savior of salvation Or demigod of malice Transcending the knowledge of days once born Beneath the lies of rhetoric Scolding rainfall Shall wash us away off the face of this scorched earth For in the beginning there was naught Creator of the damned, exiled into solitude I succumb to your infinite power I embrace your curse of humanity's fall I succumb to your infinite power.