Cry of the Serafim

Pride cometh before the fall
 And he fell hard
 Into the dark
 Into our waiting arms
 Our blades have hungered
 And lo, the Serafim bleeds
 Words of sin
 Carved deep into angel skin
 Thus the end begins
 Gaze upon his father's temples
 Now laid to waste
 No place of worship
 In this forsaken place
 His herds are hunted
 Behold, the lambs fall prey
 And so his cries were heard
 All around the world
 Blood soaked and torn
 Struggling for breath
 Upon his battered celestial form
 An aura of death
 Once bound to the highest of thrones
 Flagellate the holy flesh
 Six wings shorn away from its bones
 Feathers now fall in crimson rain
 Unto the night of nights an offering
 A divine sacrifice
 In his eyes a dying light
 Such a wondrous sight
 The sinews and flesh are shattered
 By the crushing blows
 And the tattered remains discarded
 To the hungering depths below