Visions of Dis

Behold the profane sun
 The center of this spinning cosmic void
 The shards of life, our creators dying dust
 The chasms call, churning lunar winds
 Apollo's wrath, a summons to us all
 When the martyr falls from grace from heaven's rusted cage
 The seven moons align and the abyss flows with tears
 When the fragments of all hope lie scattered in the sand
 These visions I invoke shall plague the son of man
 The serpents maze, the crumbling walls of gods shattered dream
 The ruins of light, the last throes of man
 Illusions fall, twisting cosmic black
 The grand design of this godless morning star
 When the martyr falls from grace from heaven's rusted cage
 The seven moons align and the abyss flows with tears
 When the fragments of all hope lie scattered in the sand
 These visions I invoke shall plague the son of man
 Bronze veils on virgin flesh
 The cry of souls in Pluto's wake
 A messiah comes on hooves of sin
 Salvation by the serpent's touch
 Awaken the realms of Dis, twirling rings of grief, fire and loss
 The vortex throne, misshapen perverse lust
 Empyrean coils cover the ebon sky
 The jester laughs upon his crippled cross
 When the martyr falls from grace from heaven's rusted cage
 The seven moons align and the abyss flows with tears
 When the fragments of all hope lie scattered in the sand
 These visions I invoke shall plague the son of man