Right Wing of the Garden Triptych

Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show's return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire's grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man's stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic