Dismal Liturgies

Their souls belong to me I tore down their king Now wear his broken crown And sing hymns to the void The wretched is me Excavating their dread Through hope I lured them Toxins face my words Hear the forked tongue choirs The flames begin to ignite Hordes flow through the white gates Disciples drop to their knees Converting those who surrender their faith Blood flows through the white palace Despondency will flood my conscience Adversary, he journeys through their minds Shrouded in embers I hunt down the cherubs Who wish to protect The pillars of reverence With rusted void spears They implode in disgrace Singing dismal liturgies, only I listen When it all ends, this is what you will hear Utopia will burn Black smoke marks my return Dragging him from this throne room Watch your kingdom conquered And face the trials of scorn From those who laid down their weapons for me Witness me feast on your broken savior Devouring your god In the final moments he will sing my dismal liturgies