Perdition's Paradigm -

He with a crown of thorns.

Or we with hooves and horns

Dogmas fall to dust.

Behold this sphere in blood

Holy sared armageddon.

Holy cursed doom

Behold the fall of martyrdom, beyond the falling grace

Dethroned in heavens’s halls — Perdition’s paradigm

Who must fall this time?

Banished, cursed but proud

Archangel in sulphur, with broken wings he flies

Rebel-beast ablaze.

I wrote my oath in blood

Stronger than before I rise, in ruins of thy skies

Coming nihilistic prophecy.

Falling moral of hypocrisy

Wisdom, freedom and blasphemy.

Feel the power of this trinity!

Who must rise this time?

One of three or none…

Born to die in sin, but save the cursed mob

Crowned weak malformation.

I.N.R.I perish!

See me sin in righteousness.

Forgive me not thy fool

Behold the fall of martyrdom, beyond the falling grace

Dethroned in heavens’s halls — Perdition’s paradigm