Litany of the Fallen Sun

Blessed be the silence — crowned in fire Oh Father of decay, receive the choir Ashen hands reach toward the pyre Faith turns to hunger, truth to desire Behold the throne of bone and ash Where angels crawl and empires crash No light remains, no soul ascends The hymn begins, the world unbends Tear the wings from the sky Let the blood replace the wine Every prayer, a blade divine Every god, a lie in time Trumpets fracture — bells decay Heaven trembles — night turns grey Prophets choke on burning dust Holiness reduced to rust BOW BEFORE NOTHING! Every crown shatters under my hand BOW BEFORE NOTHING! No god, no king, no promised land! The altar bleeds — crushed by the void The sun implodes — faith destroyed Choirs scream — their halos torn The final birth — the end reborn! Oh fallen sun — devour the meek Your kingdom bleeds, your heavens weak Saints are drowned in rivers red All that’s sacred is now undead The scripture burns upon the tongue The final psalm remains unsung The faithful kneel in shattered trust And crown their god with holy dust