Brimstone Aeons and Perfidious Sulphur

Æons smoulder in brimstone’s breath
the stars doth fade, unblest
Foul winds through heav’n’s vault doth sweep
where angels find no rest

The firmament, once bright with flame
now blackened, torn asunder
The reek of Hell, like cursed smoke
doth choke with dreadful thunder

No voice of saint, nor monk’s pure prayer
can cleanse the taintèd sky
The smell of sin, in aeons past
doth make the seraphs die

In shadows deep, ‘neath Heav’n’s fall
the damned do writhe and scream
The cosmos groans, like Judgment come
a burning, endless dream

Where once was God’s celestial grace
now foul decay doth cling
The stench of Hell in every breath
as demons’ hymns do sing