Oblivion - Reigns In Fire

he whose hands shape the tremors, arise
he who reigns in fire, arise
a light ignited, a mark of sins produced
the one has been chosen the portal is open
a new epoch now born
violent splitting of the earth
cracking from the core
defilement of artifact
and the scent of the dead
raise the hands, bow in ritual
vessels aligned, scattered in unison
raise the hands, intonations
voices divide, spawning dysithrian
fragments come together dismemberments align
like water drawn back to ocean
to walk again into the shadow
a light ignited, a mark of sins produced
the one has been chosen the portal is open
a new epoch now born
blood fills the streets
blood fills the sky
blood washes over our cities
blood is everywhere
the new world is born...
the new world is bathed..
...in blood