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Heavy weigh idols of gold

Iconoclast wrath born from venerated rot

The shriek, the scrape

The hymn of broken men

Frayed threads of holiness weave the robes of misrule

Thunderous chants shine light on attrition

Fragments of guilt afloat in the font

Antiphons murmured from throats brimmed with blood

Whispers and loss

Dirge of the blinded flock

Gilded manacles of the follower

Faithless wrath born from scorned purity

Scorned purity

Crushed skulls of doves

Charred face of peace

March of the thrall

Penance of ash repaid

Eyeless faces spill reverent verse

Swooning at the searing maw

The void thrums in desperate want

Licked by the black flames

Echoed voices

Screams in their halls

Storms crash on sacred filth

Caustic psalms of crumbling ideals

Thorns pierce and tear

Skulls of doves

Beneath those who offered

Vestments painted with molten gold

A burial shroud

Beneath those who offered

A throne

A tomb