God the Lux

Why can I still see this pitiful world here?
 Set it into flames, now!
 Mercy let be off
 Damn them who pity
 Kill and torture, spare not
 Be upon them'
 Here the thunders rolling through the vaults
 Behold all the walls and pillars tremble
 Crumbs of stained glass are the air to breathe in
 Lightings glitter, truths gasp with sulphur
 Under the shade of horns
 Naught of this world remains
 Mercy let be off
 Decomposition
 For the hell is here
 And heaven is no more
 For all my childhood fears
 For all my blood and tears
 Tonight I am the light
 That blinds your cursed eyes
 So much I desired
 Not to wear the mourning after my dreams' death
 Now I baptize with fire
 Angel dust and broken hopes
 Anti-creation caress my unconcern
 Orphaned self enlightened black
 Ordeal!
 Non-sensual wrath
 Forgive me my lack of uncommon sense
 I am not unusual at all
 And that is not what I am yearning for
 My left hand is empty
 For I have crushed the universe
 And naught remains