Traverse was the region
Submerged in Legend
Void from the World of the Bastard Son
One of the faithful, ingress-ed
Submitting the will, of the Father
Condemning their Gods
The Elders feared the retribution of their wrath
Charged the Apostle to burn to his death
He screamed, as he burned
God will, condemn them all
Having no fear, from his rapture
For he is under, their Gods thrall
All that remains, of this false profit
Remnants of, charred flesh
Visions of, his So-called Hell
Became voiceless, at his death
Lost into Legacy
The tale of the One
Bringer of the false son
Withered with the aging time
Concealed within the scrolls
Nothing Remains, But Ashes