As mine infestations of pestilence and madness creep from house to house
I watch their magnanimous unbecoming exultant
Their iniquities laid bare
Delirious flagellants indulge fleshless perversions
Searing wounds merging with handfuls of salt
As every cross burns to cinders and as the greyest of their days
Pass on and the graves swallow them whole
I bask in the embers left behind
Thine nocturne weeps with seraphic tears and growling horns
This shan't be any great loss for they wrought this upon themselves
With the acidic condemnation dripping from their snarling tongues
All done in the illusory name of faith
I see a majestic blood moon drift by beyond the trees burning with glee
Morning's crimson cloak will soak in the sweet wine of their loss and so too shall I
For I am the conflagration that ate them all away
I am calamity
