Alone here under a starlit sky while the cold winds are passing by
The vultures in the sky up high are lurking while watching me die
Listen to my last stertorous words, promulgating laws to the world
Whispering softly ultimate verbs, summon greatest storms to be unfurled

I can feel it, I can hear it, I can smell it, I can taste it

The winds suffocate my hope forever
Voices in my head wailing forever
The mephitic odour placating me forever
The flowing blood enthralls me forever

Hate feeds the superstition with no need for justification
Superstition feeds the devastation of mankind's illumination
Superstitious minds are my tool to turn everyone into a fool
My plans for mankind, glorified, so cruel are my plans, my tool

I can feel it, I can hear it, I can smell it, I can taste it

The winds suffocate my hope forever
Voices in my head wailing forever
The mephitic odour placating me forever
The flowing blood enthralls me forever

angels fall down to my side while through the vale of tears I stride
for so many tears they have cried, aware of the fear they could be denied
no gold at the end of the rainbow just the emanation of something below
reek of putrefaction that will grow, as above so below