Portrait Beast Of Fire
Thou, whom they call the desolate one
Thy face we need not see
For thy presence is yet so clear
Thou who shall grant us the fatal wind
And bestow us the light that is not
Opposer beyond the veil of the void
Ascend, the beast of fire
Torch now this world so tired
Thy will is our desire
My heart is thine
On parchment made from a stillborn child
Drawn in blood is the seal of thine
My prayers are aimed at the highest of might
To take on the world and withdraw the false light
You kill and you rape the illusions of clay
You break the cycle of life
Ascend, the beast of fire
Torch now this world so tired
Thy will is our desire
My heart is thine
Unbearable sight
Enslavement the plague that has conquered us all
For the first of crimes
Withdrawal the sentence which all shall abide
Those phosphorous eyes
Forging the furnace of the ending of time
Accuser divine
Our swords in thy name now the world shall divide
Lands ablaze, writhing in vain
Choirs sing, welcome his reign
'Foes behold the wrath of our lord
Shrouding fast, mowing all cords'
Oh, free me from their stillborn god
Who rapes our minds and steals our thoughts
Descend now with the brightest of light
And set afire this world plagued by plight
Ascend, the beast of fire
Torch now this world so tired
Thy will is our desire
My heart is thine
