Mysterium tremendum
Ages at the end of the night
An emperor is rising

And by carnage he conquers the world
In order to receive the blessing

Through whispers he heals the scars deep in their minds
Still listening and crawling for desire
From a dreaming god, almighty in search of beauty
The last breath on his face was not ment to be an obsession

And by carnage he conquers the world
In order to
Receive
The blessing