The Seven Seals - Decayed

Golden city is now filled with stench

Pearled gates in debris remain

The river of living waters runs dry

Tree of life gave it’s last fruit

God lies beheaded on his throne

The seven torches no longer lit

White mantles of the elders blood stained

Decayed angels lie on the shores

Limped sea has turned to black

Praising creatures, praise no more

Temporal book in shape of roll

Once again in rightfull hands

Archdemons fullfiled their fated quest

Darkness shall prevail

«I am worthy of receiving the book

I have crushed Adonai

I am worthy of breaking the seals…»

The sky grows dark…

The clouds dance with aquilon

Broken seals fall to the ground

Pandemonium spreads across a damned land

Marked corpses rise from their graves

Trumpets of punishment now sound