Metatron - Darkwell

As the beings spawned

Dulcet offspring’s, the fruit

Heavens children saw them in the dawn

Their lust enraged their blood

The leader knew of the guilt

Plenty to share, they swore an oath

On maledictions it was build

They descended from heaven in innocent cloth

The prophecy I had to see

I am the Metatron

The fall I had to testify

My inner me passed by