Edge of Ziggurat

Rules and laws, the true and last decay of this world
Through pain, the past and the future will die

The choice of one, the last brim to reach your perdition
Only the blood of death will be for you, nazarene
Vanquished by an army, the last eagle to see

The last eagle in the sky
The doubt of your future will soon begin
By the night and cults of your emptiness

Never the winter, poisonning the lure of your fall

Sacred from the altar to the perversion of life
Frightened by the reaper and now ready for decapitation

Only the blood of death is for you
Negation of opposition, the last brim to reach you, damned!
With a sumptuous crown, to the edge of a ziggurat
Near the kingdom of heroes, your temple

In the end of what the earth spewed
The horses of obscurity tried to invert time
Sacred from the altar to the perversion of life
Frightened by the reaper and now ready for decapitation