The Last Cenotaph

Like peace shall flee beneath the yard born undone The winds dampen their cries as the cross redeems their faith in the flames While the last of the rich bare await hung in chains Witness the last christian church of christ ablaze Endure the dark sight as his wealth expires I bid those to take flight for colossal empires She breathes like a storm of command on her foes Progressions divide and reform, beneath the tale unfolds At war with the common race, their altar re-born Unto the sky it bleeds, as christ dies in need He speaks to his dreams upon whores as they fall The rule of their throne is now won Cleanse the earth at last Light of the shadow, through the void, and the nothing This gift of death, to the blind adorning reckoning