"And the first went, and poured the vial upon the earth; and there fell (...)
A grievous sore upon the men which had the mark of the beast (...).
"And the second angel poured out the vial upon the sea;
And it became as the blood of a dead man;
And every living soul died in the sea.
"And the fourth angel poured out his vial upon the sun;
And power was given unto him to scorch men with fire.
"And the seventh angel poured out his vial into the air;
And there came a great voice
Out the temple of heaven, from the throne, saying: It is done."
(Book Of Revelation #16, John)
At tragic heights
A failure pure
Surrender to nothing
But the truth
Fall now - endlessly
Into the ashes
And dare to know
At tragic heights
She hangs from the stars
A requiem played
In a broken heart
At tragic days
The weight of truth
Trust no one but your own blood
Shade now - eternally into the hearts
And dare to be cruel
At tragic heights
She hangs from the stars
A requiem played
In a broken heart
At stars unborn
All has begun
At the shadow sun
Delirium
At tragic heights
She hangs from the stars
A requiem played
In a broken heart
In a rotten heart