The Conqueror Wyrm

Burning glances
 Nocturnal devotions
 Awaken the dreaming dead
 Bereft of vengeance and in the horizon
 Wraith of a messianic failure
 False visions moans
 Waning pantheons of
 Obsidian seraphim
 Wringing my hands
 Drowns your blessings
 A monument to heavens
 A silhouette of the tired is death
 The only doorway or just
 An infinite ending
 Questions and contradictions
 Your sewn mouth secrets
 I've had all I can stomach
 My apathy has blinded me
 Casting my failures to the wind
 And still death waits
 Above and below me on the wane
 This intention lies broken shadows
 Wringing, wringing my hands
 Drowns your blessings
 And so it rained
 And so it rained
 Fire in light of my reason
 What have I done to deserve this
 And so we wept
 And so we wept
 And so we wept...