Crushed revelation - Triumphator

Heaven silent for thirty

I shall be the thunder therein

And the altar fires burns among us

I shall smother it with ease

A third consumed by flames

But the steel of mine won’t melt

A third soaked in blood

I shall be dry and spotless

With the taste of the bitter star

I shall quench my thirst

And the darkness of night grows deeper

But I shall light a stake

Unleashed are those of the bottomless depths

Five months of glorious pain

This throat won’t cry, out wishing to die

Four unleashed and I shall laugh

Two hundred million warriors and still I stand tall

Jerusalem filthy falls with thousand seven

But this voice won’t worship out of fear

God of heaven… never!