Apotheosis in a Apocalypse

Order has birthed chaos,
demons have descended heaven,
Gods have abandoned their faithful children.

Sorrow and dread filled the beds,
Wives and mothers wept for their men.
Hands of flowers taketh the blades,
eyes of joy taketh the ice.

Humanity sees grim fate,
Peace has no place,
It's makers already dead.
Sins of kindness and weakness we bear.

Rivers of blood we've shed,
To see the truth....

That Demons brought death and despair,
But gifted us with power we never dared.

Some prayed for Ares,
Some prayed for Zeus,
All they found was their four arms and head.

Being demons seemed no more grey,
All was thrown under his righteous corse.

I'll be Zeus, I'll be Ares
Said the blasphemous soul,
Only to watch his legends soar.

Mortality became a shell,
We all fought for that single tell.

Long forgotten were Demons' kills,
All was business in our path ahead.

I walk in this path,
grateful to its forefathers,
And hopeful to its guidance.


Heaven I seek thee,
Bar not my path,
For thou shall face my wrath,
Hold will I thy realm in the soles of my feet.

Hell I beseech thee,
Fear not my mark,
For thou shall rest well in my palms.


Samsara end not thine goal,
I shall make thee my sight,
We shall prude the truth till eternity crumbles.