"The battle breached the inner sanctum. No prayers could guard the holy of holies... only cold iron and dying breath upon the sacred stone." White pillars shatter on the floor The silver gates exist no more! A final stand in holy halls Where every dying seraph falls! The sacred statues crack and weep Into a cold, eternal sleep! Torn banners drenched in black and red! A carpet fashioned from the dead! No mercy at the final gate! We seal the throne with ancient hate! Blood on marble altars, boiling in the dark! Every strike of iron leaves a blackened mark! Sanctity is severed, gods begin to bleed! Drowning in the venom of immortal greed! Pillars turn to powder, ivory to bone! Nothing left standing on the fractured throne! The golden chalice spills its wine Beside the desecrated shrine! The demons rip the holy crest A heavy blade in every chest! No light to guide, no dark to crown The whole creation crashing down! Blood on marble altars, boiling in the dark! Every strike of iron leaves a blackened mark! Sanctity is severed, gods begin to bleed! Drowning in the venom of immortal greed! Pillars turn to powder, ivory to bone! Nothing left standing on the fractured throne! "The altars are broken. The sanctuary has fallen."
