Hand of Hell

The breaking of the ancient seals Where angels dare not go Deep beneath the throne of Leviathan In the farthest depths of darkness The flesh consumed by black smoke Through the obsidian eyes of the damned Bleed rivers of blood across creation To the laughter of sickened gods Blasphemous hymns flow from the mouths of children The war in heaven consuming itself in fire Primeval beings walk upon the earth again The fabric of order ripped apart from the inside I am the vessel of darkness I am the willing disciple of doom I will become so much more than I am alone I become the hand of hell In the wake of an absent god The horseman ride again Death rides the earth on a pale horse War, famine and plague bringing the end of days