Exile

Curiosity consumes the masses, and the Mad King Augustus proselytizes
 Those who dare cross his name
 Save the primitive touch of innocence
 I will not falter in this
 For I remained untouched by these earthly desires
 The makers will retaliate both in life and undeath
 Deliverance from the conscious
 Banished to the black sea, detached from all of his society
 "You'll plea for death, death by virtuous hands."
 They have risen from the ashes of the throne
 The tome of the Necrogod
 Consecrating a symposium befouled
 Left in the hands of the fallen
 "You'll pay for this, betrayer! I grow tired of all of your blatant displays of blasphemy.
 I have given myself. I belong to the damned.
 Exiled for eternity."
 Exile
 Conceived in the threshold of transformation
 Ethereal algorithms eclipsed in prophecy
 They have risen from the ashes of the throne
 The tome of the Necrogod
 Consecrating a symposium befouled
 Left in the hands of the fallen
 "You'll pay for this, betrayer! I grow tired of all of your blatant displays of blasphemy.
 I have given myself. I belong to the damned.
 Exiled for eternity.
 Let it be written in this passage of lore
 For all of these wretched children, all these wretched whores
 A maniacal wasteland lay before him
 To ignore disease is to be consumed.
 To be naive is to entice war."
 It begins.
 Slowly I crept in - their black tongues flickering betwixt their blistered skin
 A most unbiblical chord... all by the grace of the serpent-lord.
 "I stand upon the husks of dead heroes to unearth the tome of the Necrogod, and now the visions are clear! We murder to dissect."