The Sleeping Prophet

The icon of Man on the monument of the world I am
Mors rules the land on the other side of darkness
The serpent is arisen in my breast
I curse and feel when God deserts me

I am the dissonant chord
The rasp in the heavenly symphony
How I deride the Scriptures
How I despise the tombs of the mighty

To beg the world for a single tear is useless
I'd rather make a pact with the Devil
Instead of bowing my head in contrition
I shall fly up to Heaven and order God to kneel

Adore my sinful lust
Adore my restless onyx heart
Adore my boldness and my pride
Volcano swollen with a thousand streaks of lava

From black stars which pierce infinity
I watch the twilight of the gods
All angels will fall
All sacrum will lose divinity

When heavens turn to darkness