Cry of the Serafim

Pride cometh before the fall

And he fell hard

Into the dark

Into our waiting arms

Our blades have hungered

And lo, the Serafim bleeds

Words of sin

Carved deep into angel skin

Thus the end begins

Gaze upon his father's temples

Now laid to waste

No place of worship

In this forsaken place

His herds are hunted

Behold, the lambs fall prey

And so his cries were heard

All around the world

Blood soaked and torn

Struggling for breath

Upon his battered celestial form

An aura of death

Once bound to the highest of thrones

Flagellate the holy flesh

Six wings shorn away from its bones

Feathers now fall in crimson rain

Unto the night of nights an offering

A divine sacrifice

In his eyes a dying light

Such a wondrous sight

The sinews and flesh are shattered

By the crushing blows

And the tattered remains discarded

To the hungering depths below