Per Signum Caeleste Mortem

A blackened clouded horizon covers the landscape;
Angels are falling from above, screaming for
Salvation. Inverted crucifixions for all those
Divine beings that once lied to the earth.

Amorphous and ghastly silhouettes walk around
Without any sense in a post apocalyptic panorama.
Heretic laments surround the inert atmosphere
That covers the once so holy heaven.

Succumb and behold Thy darkest creation, feel the
Black winds graze your face, suffer the woe of
An eternal desolation. Lugubrious shadows are
Ascending from unknown depths.

You was nothing, you are nothing and you will
Be nothing...