[Lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken]



I walk through barren corridors glistening

With a stench of a promised salvation

This sultry wilderness mourns

The grieving of a mother's supplication



Seraphic overtures inebriated

By the suffering of aeons of compromise

Here he is legion, heir-apparent to Apollyon's throne

Breathing the progeny of all lies



[Chorus]

Via crucis (The way of the cross)

My kingdom has come

Arcana lucis (arcane light)

Thy will be done



A resurrection conjured on altars of impunity

Scars of betrayal shrouded in a sanctimonius reliquary

Wine-made-incarnate in a chalice of iniquity

Graven effigies accolade a deception

Enshrined in consanguinity



As the twilight sleeps, I hear

the resuscitation of a withering womb

Christendom weeps, for the child of a virginal prostitution

Ascetic icons seep with the blood of dismal martyrdom

Subjugator of the meek, the spirit of man fades

in the eyes of the distant kingdom



Serpent hordes summon the cinnamon king

Venerating the vestiges of the lonesome crown

Babylon whores writhing in ecstasy

Procreating the seven seals of prophecy



[Chorus]

Via crucis (The way of the cross)

My kingdom has come

Arcana lucis (arcane light)

Thy will be done