The Foolhardy Venturer - Glorior Belli

When Earth in its young prime languished with grotesqueness

Where solely wicked chimes loudy would resonate

A challenging saraph whose chants force hearts to break

Had divine glory found in sordid depths unknown

He reached a place so down he felt his wings perish

Crawling through desperate lands, not knowing night from day

For so long he remained dormant in such grey lairs

But never will ignore the essence of his strife

Painting a mournful world, by fierce natures engulfed

And from that brave journey a very beast was born

Sometimes he asks himself is truth still deafening

But then he laughs in panic of delight Satanic

Howling by the moonlight:

Father, I’ve raised you to renown

And laud your thousand names to despicable crowds

But had I wished to bring you down, revealing your secrets

Your shame would surely match your questionable pride

And without fame you’d be but a fool to deride!

Then thought no more, for suddenly his logic failed

Silence and utter night has become his temple

When Earth in its young prime withered with deviousness

Where solely blatant chimes would resonate

A confronting seraph whose chants could enlighten

Had divine glory found in a darkness that burns