An Enemy Led the Tempest Lyrics

As pride precedes the downfall,
so he took his place before the firewall.
Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one,
was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung.

Between forgiveness and the damage done!

An electric scent over drear decay,
lent a violent surge to their serenades.
Through white glades as his winged parade,
bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors.

Within vast skies unversed in starkness,
his might grew and blew light hues to grey.
And worse, a third of stars to darkness!

Then thunder seethed,
And wreathed in thickening night.
A line was drawn midst wrong and right,
and across the throats of thieves.

As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven's farthest shore.
Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war.

He would not heel nor fake a bow,
murmur curses to the wind.
Enraged, he raved in balrog howls,
upon a storm firstborn of sin.

Incensed anew, rebellious tore,
like frenzied beasts of prey through temple doors.
Thrown east before the midnight masses.

And where once bliss reigned so serene,
in sweeter glades now veins ran openly,
like eyes that shed from kindred ashes.

When suddenly,
There shone a hideous light.
And a voice like three insanities,
soared up in thistled speech.

"Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none,
and for this grave mistake,
how thou art fallen morning sun,
the proud will be abased."

He would not heel nor fake a bow,
murmur curses to the wind.
And lo, the wrath of God swept down.

"Thou art no more an angel filled with light,
but a leech to be abhorred.
And thou shalt suffer my burning will..."
Quoth this raven: "Nevermore".

Never fucking more!

And with these words like heavy stone,
cast against that gilded throne.
With many legions still in tow,
he turned his wings to flee!

His eyes a picture of distaste,
drawn to tears and in their place,
the dawn of time and fates to face,
through all eternity.

I wept for him a deep red river,
that ran like blood through scarred ravines.
To sluice away the guilt that slithered,
like a serpent tongue to Eve.

For once as I, in heaven climbed,
too high for truth to truly see.
My sunken mind, drunken and blind,
saw the lie: The fool was me!

Alone and cold, face to the crack,
beyond the dark gates with no way back!
His crown of gold faded to black,
like a bruise upon the heart that lingers.

With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths,
of rope to hang high, ten commandments by,
snaked about his upraised fingers.