The Reprieve

As we lay here, motionless
Drenched in the foul tyranny of deception and blasphemy
The deceased, the unsealed

The angel descends, transfixing the darkness of our blackened heavens
The absolution of mankind's misery
The despotic leviathan is cast into the darkness of the Abyss

The epoch of our deliverance, our reprieve
The martyrs resurrect, ascend from their final rest

To reclaim their place at the side of the throne for 1000 years
Ruling over this rotting earth, this empty shell of a world
And we, the deceased, the wretched unsealed, that inhabit it

Until that day, the macabre awakening
The leviathan bursts forth from his desolate tomb
And we, the wretched, are defiled

With a jarring malice in his eyes
And the martyrs blood in his voice
He wages war on Heaven

The abominable armies of the Kings
O this volatile Earth bay for annihilation
And in a deathly chorus they scream
Heaven shall burn tonight