Oh what a tragedy
spilling seeds of weakness in betrayal
if only in mind
the soul of men cry out in vain
perpetuation is lost
the days of everyday life has long since ceased
and in unwreckless defiance
therein lays the will of the one
All things have become pointless
all thoughts have turned away from meaning
For in this bitter hour of struggle
the meek defy and burn alive
All actions become useless
all duties left in contempt
and long is the hour
when the fall became imminent
My arms are tired from the weight of decention
and in the ways of flesh all things now pass
The lot of mine... only part of the play divine...
The mirror is turned on me
and only I know what I see
winged red glowing
permiate the aura of one
mane astrum will fall
down to the black shepard
the black horde will cry
witness the fall of master
For the lot of the one
is the one to bring forth death
to the black adversary
and to free the world from grief
"All fly now"
Your false deity is the lie
your delusions are the making of a trajedy
your stupidity lies inside
your bitterness is your own fault, all made by you
I will find my way through paths of ill existance
I will learn the truths and I have fucking evolved
What rights have you earned?
placing nothing but blame on the heads
of those innately greater then you
thus is the true meaning of drone
that's why you fail
all fly
all fucking fly now
Your fucking false god has never been there
deity of the make believe
and you wonder why you fall so perfectly?
you created your fate through perfect blasphemy
Your false deity is the lie
your delusions are the making of a trajedy
your stupidity lies inside
your bitterness is your own fault, all made by you
and now the price is yours to pay
"Cry for mercy, pray for deliverance"
We are the providers of your last hope
"deliver us sheep from iniquity"
abandon this foolishness
"dear lord our time is come"
welcome to the future which is near
"why, oh why?"
cry you fucks, become your truth, your weakness
For the lot of the one
is the one to bring forth death
to the black adversary
and to free the world from grief
the new savior scorned for being, yet asking for nothing
Fall to me
oh bringer of blackened misery
Fall to me bastard
horned pussy of failed deeds
Fall to me
destructer of worlds failing by my word
Fall to me
cause of lifelong insanity, yet creator of new strength
Fall to me
by my ether sword it shall be
Fall to me
I end thee serpent, omega absolute
The end will end as it began
with but a wimper
and the host will know defeat
my presence mark the end complete
and the firmament will tremble
and the sky shall turn red
from the blood of the devil
slayed eternal on earthly ground