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- - - FALL UPON THY SWORD, ARCHANGEL - - -
”Porta caeli
Claudit in tenebris
Negando ostium
Nam illi qui sunt damnati
Tales qualis et ego”
Archangel, come and hear these words
Resound as thunder cast a morning star
Fallen, asunder
Archangel, come and feel this wrath
Remove this bastard child of mourning scars
Burning, disaster
Of fire and brimstone, I languish
In the shadows birthing despair
The volcanic ash choking my breath
A curse I hurl at heavenly stairs
My throne of scorched bone sits in darkness
Tortured screams become melancholy
To these tired ears
In the waste that is all I see
Archangel, fall upon thy sword
When you face impenetrable darkness
Suffer my revenge
Archangel, fall upon thy sword
Murderous intent persists in these hands
Sing me your laments
I am but a child of the rapture
To Hell with me for sinful pride
Crimson art splashed upon pentagrams
That’s awash atop a scarlet tide
I am but the voice beneath the Earth
And the originator of sin
Come to these black shores
Where pleasure waits under the skin
Archangel, fall upon thy sword
When you face impenetrable darkness
Suffer my revenge
Archangel, fall upon thy sword
Murderous intent persists in these hands
Sing me your laments
“Porta caeli
Claudit in tenebris
Negando ostium
Nam illi qui sunt damnati
Tales qualis et ego”
What’s this?
A cold wind blows
Across my domain
Is it a shadow
Or merely a grave
Tiding, a prophecy
Designed to torment
Those of lost faith?
“The gates of Heaven
Close in the dark
Denying entrance
For those who are damned
Such as I”
Vultures fly over the feasting pits
Their call becomes as sweet as your flesh
A worthless sacrifice sent to me
Lucifer welcomes you with caress
Seraphim are spitting forth my name
Serpents bait black deeds
For a god you should be ashamed
Archangel, come and hear these words
Resound as thunder cast a morning star
Fallen, asunder
Archangel, come and feel this wrath
Remove this bastard child of mourning scars
Burning, disaster
Archangel, fall upon thy sword
When you face impenetrable darkness
Suffer my revenge
Archangel, fall upon thy sword
Murderous intent persists in these hands
Sing me your laments
“The gates of Heaven
Close in the dark
Denying entrance
For those who are damned
Such as I”
“Porta caeli
Claudit in tenebris
Negando ostium
Nam illi qui sunt damnati
Tales qualis et ego”
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 4th Jan 2016
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