Ripping the rings of your renown.
I'd burn your futile, voluptuous home.
Temples by the breeze of ashes blown.
Is your desecrated, mound of a dome.
Decimation to the dichotomy
of your Soul. Broken, Barren, Bone.
How dare you transgress his throne.
Lift up hands alone, Lift up blood so soil soaken.
Taste the scent of your polluted embroil.
Soaring are your wings below,
Depths cannot surpass your implode.
Of grounds you breached beneath our feet,
to envelop and seek the lies you speak.
This rain can't sing, so silence your disparity.
The frugal, The old. Folds over your calamity.
My ferocious, solemn clone.
My shine beneath the light.
A soul's euphemism, the shadow casted in disown.
He takes no road alone.
Diabolos brings haste in all's lone.
His refuge in your abode.
Is my reason for your dispose.