| Sons of Vengeance |
| Vielfour fiery Four corners race- stretch infinity Cataclysms celebrate A whirling soul ablaze with spirited gleam A silence made sullen by the lightning's voice Four armed comet scrapes a spiritless earth Scream eternal void Spinning firey cycles in uncorrupt space The whimpering age of plead dissipates Superseding failed flesh Epochal sorrows unformed yet ripening Smoke ebbing rays of their dying son Slintering suns in the abyss Wheeling Four evolve into Fifth Dull clay and (matter) grey made ambient Fourth season's funerary call to rebirth Obeisant before blind eyes Darkness and light untethered Morality and law fall away Save that which flows from the chariot of flame Stigmata immeasurable As if from the very heavens And seas of carnage lap cruel and cold Upon still shores Solar Wills From beyond the starry chasm The stirrings of genocide unfurl Commanding swine to the abattoir Laying in wait for the rays of the sun A silence made sullen by the lightning's voice Four armed comet scrapes a spiritless earth |