Cult of the Throne - Ilsa

An altar

Obsidian

Black eyes to see

Obscene tongues speak

Kissed in true devotion

A Hydra spouts

To foul the air

Poisonous breath

The lies of Gabriel

Chosen sect

Slithers 'neath

Mountains of light

Ablaze

In the flames

Of war

Ocean Eyes

Shine a fascist brine

From mirage shores

Intensifying flames of war

Night appear

Remain and expand

God is none

Headlines

Seem land mines

From the front lines

To the end times

But even black flags

Tend to flame and expire

Ignite the scriptures

Inhale the ghost of dead desire

Ignite the scriptures

Burn the bones of dead empire

Night appear

Remain

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God is none

We have won!