Wherein Achatius Is Flogged to the Hills of Violation - Funereal Presence

Cold halls of silence

Echo with the cruelty of the heart

Deep rooms of silence

Echo with the cruelty of the soul

Can you hear his presence?

It is not the winter wind dying

Can you hear his presence?

It is the devil blowing through the forests

To and fro

Starlit skies of tribulation

Thunder with the cruelty of the whip

Fallen towers of tribulation

Thunder with the cruelty of the rack

Can you feel his presence?

It is not the winter wind dying

Can you feel his presence?

It is the devil howling through rotting bones

To and fro

A proud knight appears

Gleaming weapons in hand

The parapet of the sky bends to his will

As animals watch the nightly stars

Garbed in rusted armor

Sardonic in its opulence

Wild beasts of the earth bend to his will

As roaring furnaces light the nightly stars

Flog them hard until all will must depart

Maim all flesh and bone until the spirit alone must atone

ACHATIUS!

Reaping time is near

ACHATIUS!

The fifth angel of destruction is here

«I have felt summer

I have felt winter

I have felt the fear of brimstone and hell

I have dreams of all the comes from below»

Over wintery fields toward the hills of violation

Driven by Iron hooves, the shameful march of contemplation

The mystery of seven stars feared from distant land

A treasonous angel with keys to below held in its right hand

ACHATIUS!

Reaping time is near

ACHATIUS!

The fifth angel of destruction is here