Twilight archways of heaven's gates
are wrapped in blackest fire.
Virgin divinity now gone and broken...
Nothing left behind the back of God.
Whirling chaos spheres and reign of death.
Divine screams of fallen angels,
prophetic sign of universal end.
I stand on a pile of wingless bodies;
God will reap as he has sown.
Oh, old man in clear-white clothes
with a fading nimbus above the head:
For how long can you stand before shining crystal darkness
looking as your servants fall in agony?
What is the reason for you to exist?
When i stand in the ashes of your temples.
Angels, silent beholders of your final fall
now lay frozen and forgotten.
The new era has finally come:
Nothingness, chaos, total death.
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The dissonant bleakness of the first track is less weird and more hypnotic than on the second track. That's why I like it a little more. But both songs together make for an extraordinary experience and a journey to the arhythmically beating heart of darkness. mourner