III Lyrics

Begone
Ye whose trumpets roar,
Those who soar in the Logos : Limos of Eris
For thee... thrice be the murders of daughters and sons
For thou hast descended upon me as an open wound
Pouring blood as wine

Begone
Those of quarrels, of weak hearts and fatal sorrows
Thine blood runs warm in the cheek of Dysnomia
Death bewares evil unseen
Lawless, abhorrent strife - let there be flesh
Carved in stigmata of cruel discern

Blood Libels of regal contempt
Dichotomy of essence and paragon of woe
The face of things to come
Burn this flesh oh dying light
In thy untold furnace of quintessence
Aether of malignant perfection

By grace and fury divine,
The sunlight will not wake
By fear and wonder,
The firmament is torn - Dichotomy of essence
Death bewares evil
Abhorrent, lawless strife - let there be flesh -
Carrion to mark my path

Begone
You who art feeble and gentle
You that are faint of discordance
for your blades are dull