Far beyond Apollyon's lair
Across the sea of pestilence
A sound of grim andantes blair
Pale orbs glide through remnants
A planned utopia now in shards
Frostwork lines once scorching flames
Bullet hole piercings stop beating hearts
Though sounds of beating forever remain

Wraiths will pass, and the days are bleak
A blessing of strength is promised to the weak
A cephalic slaying, upon whom they shall seek
Chance of penitence, before the pendulum swings
The dead's residence, buried in collapsed machines
Far beyond catastrophic, festivity of demise
Rise of the prophets, spirits sounding battlecries

A
Blood
Drawn
Map
Will

Guide their way
To the chosen ones
Staggering and decayed
No air fills their lungs

Flee for safety but it's too late
Their judgement has ensured ill fate
Beg for forgiveness, it won't pass
Take one more breath for it's the last

Clouded eyes
Will walk their way
Into the knife
Of a vengeance embraced

A relentless assault upon the wicked hearts
A relentless assault upon the wicked hearts

Sinners unto
Broken paths

Acts of
Fury relieves
This wrath

(You know, Hoss, if I'm not mistaken, I think I can still smell your wife's pussy stink on my gun... Hope it doesn't rust the barrel)

Widows and children weep of their loss
These acts of duty formed of just cause
Apparitions retreat to the violet sky
Hearing nothing more of their endless cries
A baleful aura in the graveyard of broken gears
Sounds of steps breaking silence into fear
They tried to hide and only ended up slain
A massacre repeated by those unchained