Raiding Heaven's Gate
Defiling deceased flesh
Absconded Coil
We are the new creators
Cleansing reanimated life with tears of your departed king.
Let the abrasions rot in to scars to remind you of this aeonian day
He left this world wasted and cold.
Brought back the avatar as we siege eden.
Prophets are not meant to tell tales of fates worse than death
When the world drifts away,
All but blackness fades, with only our minds left. Lazarus.