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When the seventh seal broke

A new horde awoke

And roamed through the land

A vision of lust,

blood and disgust

the old order torn in their fangs

Yet the unjust shivers in his kingdom

As the guilty and the wicked

feel the touch of perdition on their deathbeds

atrocious, wild and triumphant.

Is there a god?

No, he is not!

Rise up like lions amongst all moans

act with defiance, joy be your loan

death to all tyrants upon their throne

eat all their tongues and gnaw all their bones

In a floodwave of wrath, sorrow and cancer

usurpers perish and drown

while they tumble further towards the abyss

screams of retaliation, stupid and dull

The palest of riders appears in the night sky

the bringer of death takes his yield to the graves

Sows teeth in the damp and plowed soil around midnight

Fertilized with the ashes of stillborn‘ remains

7 is king

7  ghosts ring

7 death knells

7 thorns sting

7 Toads sing

poison the Wells

„Is there a god?“

„Still he is not – We are all orphans!“

Rigid, mute nothing!

Cold, eternal necessity!

Insane dancing giant

Is that known among you?

When will you shatter the heavens and me?

Stroke of fate, do you know that yourself?

As you walk through the sandstorms of  stardust

with hurricane breath, blowing out one sun at a time.

And when the cold sparkling dew of the boreal stars

is blown out and dies slowly as you pass –

when the last remaining glow will be ours

how is everyone so alone in the vast?