Petrification upon the gaze of his eyes
His wandering eyes
From the darkness we've created from, start the six days of man, thy have spoken into the blackness below the depths
Of this alter as he, with his name in flames shall rise from above his slumber of water
From the cosmos, they opened and from the portal we arrived.
Nails to the palms of his only son, sacrificing the dearest of his possessions for a new fire, a premonition of death and tragedy as darkness shall reign, tormenting his followers, forcing nails to the palms of his son
Petrification, loss of sanity, upon his gaze upon his arrival
From the great winds of his wings, the Earth shakes.
It shakes.
Slumber of the gods, abandoning their own creations, war casted masses of torture, committing self lacerations.
Martyrs your people become, growing plagues of agony.
Forever lasting greed and gluttony.
Greed and gluttony.