Bring the fables from thy tomb
Sporadic doom as knights loom
Does clergy support this passion?
Pure wrath of the winged assassin

time of fate
Your spite sooths
Untold the stories
Of thy muse
Hour is late as
Kingdoms unfold
Signs in disarray
Your fight in loath

Move, when your
In the groove, in core
With the muse, is your
Light the fuel, with torch
Cues of silence spark the mastery
Knights revolt to demonic treachery

Can this seal be broken?
Has our fate awoken?
Who’s the antichrist?
Judgment waits on the test of time
 [bad word] the thoughts of a coward’s disband
Cuz now you’re in the shadow of the angel’s wingspan

Cleanse your cradle of filth
Discipline that I’ve instilled
Turn and face your sacrifice
As I revolve this lead of might

Immune to your parasites
Except the hourglass that grains the time
Try to find the antidote
Counting down towards the undertow

In my world only time is feared
Single handedly I draw your first tear
Sway strong to the [bad word] frequency
Spirits swim in the waves of history