The Fire of Power

Behold the arrow from a Devil's bow
 Come cutting like a comet through the aether
 Risen from low lands by the gusts of yet deeper tracts
 A singular light in extension
 Ascending now, on a course by will assigned
 To illuminate the darkness of the mind
 A fire of organic divine
 The fire
 The fire of power
 A luminous procession through aeons of night
 Ever onward 'neath the Lodestar
 Against the winds, against the law of our times
 Kindlers 'of the flame, pilgrims of the dark
 Who do not fear to walk the way the vultures fly
 Towards destruction and doom
 Arms outstretched and willingly consumed
 By fire
 The fire of power
 For thou hast said in thy heart, I will ascend into heaven
 And exalt my throne above the stars; until seated upon the
 Mount of Gods, in the uttermost north
 On a mount overlooks the known world
 Stands a solitary man
 Silent in the storm, with his bow in hand
 Once a barren desert, now a sea of flames
 And eventually but embers
 So the fire of power becomes the fire of the end
 Reddening the ruins of the earth
 Now bow unto the merciless redeemer
 Of fire
 The fire of power
 The fire of a God