The Sleeping Prophet

The icon of Man on the monument of the world I am
 Mors rules the land on the other side of darkness
 The serpent is arisen in my breast
 I curse and feel when God deserts me
 I am the dissonant chord
 The rasp in the heavenly symphony
 How I deride the Scriptures
 How I despise the tombs of the mighty
 To beg the world for a single tear is useless
 I'd rather make a pact with the Devil
 Instead of bowing my head in contrition
 I shall fly up to Heaven and order God to kneel
 Adore my sinful lust
 Adore my restless onyx heart
 Adore my boldness and my pride
 Volcano swollen with a thousand streaks of lava
 From black stars which pierce infinity
 I watch the twilight of the gods
 All angels will fall
 All sacrum will lose divinity
 When heavens turn to darkness