Ov Sword And Nail

I watched as the lamb opened the first of the seven seals

Thine blinding gleam pierced the air as the horseman approached

Bearing the flag flown beneath the wailing waters of Cocytus

Revealing to me the book of the wicked

Speaking antediluvian tongues written in dark matter

I hath witnessed a deconstruction of your psyche

Lead on by mortals posing as serpents

The clocks weigh heavy upon my collar

I can no longer weep

I can no longer writhe

I stand frozen in wait to be cherished

Yet my spine remains punctured with knives and fangs

The dissimulating speech of mortals sends me

Cascading into the winds of melancholy

I feel my power fade by each passing day

Must they be so untrue?

I can no longer bear to roam

Amongst the worms that crawl upon our Earth

The wind bites in the moonlight's waning

The horseman speaks

You must cast the goddess of treachery on a bed of suffering

And make their tongues drip with trickery

Suffer intensely with her

I call upon the primordial ones to serve in the scourge of earth

And I will strike her children dead

I shall pierce the heads of the betrayers

And split their tongues to bleed upon my feet

They wail with entrails dragging across scorched pavement

Reverberation of hope eclipsed maliciously

Consuming the fresh glistening flesh

Gnawing on the viscera, viciously chomping away

Innards scatter and enter my lungs

A scorn colder than the void's howling echo

Their cries for mercy muted by their own cleaved tongues

The cosmos shall hear the burning whines

A scorn colder than the void's howling echo