(Death darkens all
Right wing of the garden triptych
Left marks The Fall
The middle ground apocalyptic)

Why slay the grim inevitable
And play out with a whimper?
Pain is raising armies of our faith

Now
The future cows
Before the vows
Prophets thunder from the heavens

We seek to justify
Our seed spread far and wide
The eve that virtue died
Bore witness to this plague

Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons

Here....

This the sore beginning
To the war to end all wars

Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever
Gotterdammerung
Gotterdamerung, the great bereaver

Throw wide splintered lichgates
To the eldritch show's return

Unforgiving proof accrual begs this cruel rebirth
A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth
Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth
Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell

Nothing screams out mercy more than
Vivisection of the soul

Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers
Coddle Abaddon
God, you got it wrong, now fall believers

Liars and deniers, thickin the mire's grasp
Treacherous and lecherous

(Peace sits alone
Midst the desecration sewn
Like a stony Queen of Winter, throned)

This the penalty for lust
Long dreaded, read in scripture
Vain pleasures fed to paint this...

Now
The future cows
Before the vows
Prophets thunder from the heavens

We seek to justify
Our seed spread far and wide
The eve that virture died
Bore witness to this plague

Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons

Here...

Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung, fatal the lever
Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver

A twilight for bone idols. sewer-suicidal from the heights
A dead man's stance to prayer, defeaned ears to mortal plights
Pleas and effigues, clergy bang to rites
Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight

(Death darkens all
Ring wing of the garden triptych
Left marks The Fall
The universe is, at worst, ecliptic)