A Carpathian Trace

An Aeon of ill-reprieve
Treading on the waters of damnation
Ill-repute and out of time
I sift through the sands of Ebb and Wrinkle
Via for ones' wrath
Entrant for the sacred conscious
I'll leave them a bloody pyle
A pile of sullen ashes
Abode the bringers of wrath
Brings Desolation and unrighteous sacrament
An unholy temple arises
There is a yearn for the skye and all its treasures
But there is yet to find one peace
One Solace to rule the void
And Suffage the ill-gotten spirits of old
I shall walk among the ruins of cities
I shall not mock the children of God
I shall Arise in victory
For on a day like this, there is only victory
Only triumph and exaltation
Only peace through annihilation
And no pledge to sew
For I shall walk among the valley of death
Without fear of riddance
And Walk with a glare of glory
That cuts the devil deep
An sword that will never rest
And an armour that will not dau-sheen
As Babylon falls in death and not surrender
It's queen to perish above all oblivion
The whore and it's suckle destroyed
And a Carpathian trace laid afoot