“And the first went, and poured the vial upon the earth; and there fell [...] A grievous sore upon the men which had the mark of the beast [...]
“And the second angel poured out the vial upon the sea; And it became as the blood of a dead man; And every living soul died in the sea.
“And the fourth angel poured out his vial upon the sun; And power was given unto him to scorch men with fire.
“And the seventh angel poured out his vial into the air; And there came a great voice Out the temple of heaven, from the throne, saying: It is done.” (Book of Revelation #16, John)
At tragic heights A failure pure Surrender to nothing but the truth Fall now Endlessly Into the ashes And dare to know
At tragic heights She hangs from the stars A requiem played In a broken heart
At tragic days The weight of truth Trust no one but your own blood Shade now Eternally Into the hearts And dare to be cruel
At tragic heights She hangs from the stars A requiem played In a broken heart
At stars unborn All has begun At the shadow sun Delirium
At tragic heights She hangs from the stars A requiem played In a broken heart In a rotten heart |
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