Dictator of the worshipped sky, risen from her velvet grave Encaged in the artwork drawn by the mad Dethroned, enslaved
She descended from scarlet heavens filled with splendour and pride Unknowing of her grievous future more malign than the plague
She fell through the silence, enwrapped in an arch of blood Slowly towards the greedy horizon, prepared to feast on her light
Fenceless and abandoned, enfeebled by time Captured and devoured, entangled and drowned
She fell through the silence, enwrapped in an arch of blood Slowly towards the greedy horizon, prepared to feast on her light
The terrifying last painting of a world in fright A single piece of a great collection Decorating the walls of the ultimate gallery, a gallery of nefarious art
She descended...
She fell through the silence...
Burn the bleeding, enter the exploding winter, feed the cold