Thoughts Of Life They Wither

Ascend...The absence of serenityAs serpents came with perditionWith one wing dipped in bloodAnd the other in the presence of GodSatan ‒ He who seek inequityI see the seraphs drink his venomLicking it from greedy handsSinging their choirsPerverted but ever so clearTheir gospels of inhumanityI see their wings torn ofOh, the brillianceCrawling in the dirt like a dying breedLicking their infected woundsWithout the catharsis neededPassionateDesperateDeadThe child of man stands among themStigmatized, naked, uncorrupted and pureSend by the heavens aboveHer childhood shall ease the hunger of sinners and sadistsDeath is her gift at lastSatanCorrupt the aura and distort the glorious lightNo weapon held by seraphs can ever wound this rising beastSpawn of perdition ‒ Rise from your fiery abyssDeath shall come to those who seek itDeath shall come in noblest bloodDeath shall show you all the secretsAnd wash away the light of GodEvery single glimpse of hopeI crush and bury in the ruinsEvery single trace of lifeI burn and humiliateEvery single ray of lightDevoured by the breathing darknessEvery single thread of faithI corrupt and bless negativityEyes gauged outUseless in this lifeless darknessFlesh torn into piecesIn this cold void of hellI worship this deathThoughts of life they wither...I see their wings torn ofOh, the brillianceCrawling in the dirt like a dying breedLicking their infected woundsWithout the catharsis neededPassionateDesperateDeadThe child of man stands among themStigmatized, naked, uncorrupted and pureSend by the heavens aboveHer childhood shall ease the hunger of sinners and sadistsDeath is her gift at last