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led towards the black light

through serpents corridors

above the formless dead skies

in clouds of blight and tar

i watched the worlds beyond them

their firmaments are flooded with blood

the painful cry of dying gods

transfigured to fertile seeds

imploding the celestial nest

as i walk down perpetual halls

i have found where the angels bred

and i set it on fire

so the plague won't spread

with burning feathers, i'll set the skies free

the pillars made of bones

the sealing made of flesh

their bodies hanging high

their chants in choking blood

i saw them suffer

i hear they mourn in despair

i laugh as they rot

i dance in their blood

oh glorious joy!

their myths and dreams are torn away

their flames illuminate the sky

(it's) the last dawn of man

in fire.