Caronte

Led towards the black light
Through serpents corridors
Above the formless dead skies
In clouds of blight and tar
I watched the worlds beyond them
Their firmaments are flooded with blood
The painful cry of dying gods
Transfigured to fertile seeds
Imploding the celestial nest

As I walk down perpetual halls
I have found where the angels bred
And I set it on fire
So the plague won't spread
With burning feathers, I'll set the skies free

The pillars made of bones
The sealing made of flesh
Their bodies hanging high
Their chants in choking blood

I saw them suffer
I hear they mourn in despair
I laugh as they rot
I dance in their blood

Oh, glorious joy!
Their myths and dreams are torn away
Their flames illuminate the sky
(It's) the last dawn of man

In fire