Hymn to Ahriman

Crumble you days of gilded pestilence and rot in your imprisoning fear
I cast down your scornful, worm-eaten delusion, cloaked as tatter'd redemption
I roar forth a thousand swords, from stronger mountains than you could ever dream of falling from, and pierce the rusted armour of your salvation
I bear up this darkening world, upon my serpent, kiss'd shoulders, and shake loose the detritus of your crippl'd hope
Ahriman stands beside and within me as your Omega blooms Ahriman stands beside and within me as your weakling children earn
Their dust
Ahriman stands beside and within me as your fallen empires mark your grave
Ahriman stands beside and within me as you weep for false glories lost
Rise up on broken feet, oh hobbl'd aeons of despis'd light, you'll stand at this moment of thy end if ever at all
My word is the dirt tossed upon your waiting grave, and my deed is the truth that buried you there