Throne of Ash

The altar gives way… the censer collapses… We built our thrones on the bones of light. Halo in ruin, the amber guttered out Saints like statues swallow dust and doubt Candles drown in iron tears of rain The bell tolls slow — a hymn turned to pain We carved our names in the spine of God We called for dawn — and called the rod On the Throne of Ash — we kneel and break God’s breath turned coal, no dawn to make Our prayers are graves, our hymns are drawn The sky is ash, the light is gone HEAR THE PILLARS BREAK — THE ALTAR SHUDDERS — WE TAKE THE CROWN! I walked among their broken vows Collected crowns from hollow brows Ash blooms where angels used to kneel The skin of heavens peels like seal We fed the night its final hymn The empire sinks and none begin BURY THE CROWN — BURY THE LIGHT! (four full bars of crushing low-chug; bass distortion swells) “Mors regnat. Lux consumitur.” (Death reigns. Light is consumed.) (huge synth/strings swell, guitars palm-muted like a collapsing wall) FALL — FALL — FALL — [] On the Throne of Ash — we rise in dust Our graves are light, our faith is rust Sing the final psalm of bones We take our place — we take our thrones The sky remembers nothing… Only the ash remembers us.