Condemned To Glory - Averse Sefira

Our order mocked

And cast aside

This birthright realm

To a son of clay

Reclamation of our

Lost prominence

Behold a vacant throne!

Wretched!

Loved by our hate!

Weeping to a light finally failed

Fall upon our spears

And give praise

We reward faith with

Sanguine blessings

Consent to kneel

And find a winged king!

Bear witness to the

Triumph of the wing and blade!

A new reign of tyranny

In the absent lord’s domain

Speak no more!

Of spoiled conquest

Ashen in your mouth!

Listen not!

To blind supplication’s

Damnation!

To wield the faith

To conjure and kill

Mere tools with which to reign?

Insane and lost

The sovereign fell

And left us to decide

Let them drink of the cup

And taste the fire

Let them eat of the flesh

And be poisoned within

Injurious glory

Perilous acclaim

Lost prominence regained

A coronation of murdered souls

To this… are we condemned