Internecine Iatrogenesis - Deathspell Omega

And yet, of worse deeds

Worse suffering must ensue:

The second and final rout

Culminates with a Silence

That bears the acrid burden of all things lost

Since thou tamest Chaos

And a much heavier burden still

For all things that perished unborn

For none of the New Souls was found worthy

To partake and witness

Even the soil turned frigid in a world

Made torrid by scorching heat

Thou who are the End of All, behold!

To whom belong the faces

Eyes and knees of the elderly

The women and the children

All that walks and crawls?

All belong to you!

Nothing more remains

-But heaven!

One arrow, anointed in the balm

Of Internecine Iatrogenesis, shall suffice!

Towards the Dawn, towards the south

Towards the melancholy west

And towards the North I cry:

Onward where most with ravin I may meet!

The firmament sheds scarlet tears

Dazzled by this horrendous pyre of a world

A brazen Holocaust, brighter than a hundred suns

That slowly consumes God and Man

Trembling beside one another

Both bemoaning what could have been

What should have been

Yet their accusing voices sing the sound of discord

On which I feast with my baneful maw

In eternal hunger