Three as one, thy will be done to split the heavens with fire To abhor the laws of life And create the perfect blight
My child forlorn, born of the demons scorn Speak the tomes of war Speak the tongues of war
Beyound the worlds, govern by light Exist the gardens of superior flesh Plant the seeds of defiancy And let our will be done
Vile, nefarious, the tempest comes Find a 2 stars whose flame is dim Infuse the blood of gods with sin Behold the giants, destroyers of worlds Born of flames and dust of gods Amass the ender of worlds
The serpents reign, engineered in absolution The stars are swept from creation Defy all reason, let it be known the end has come Speak the words of war, and wield the swords of truth