Glory

a poem based on the song "Messe Noire" by Behemoth

Lord is gone, lord is gone;
The son is slain, the son is slain.
Angels weep and fall
And we take the crown.

This universe is ours,
Inhale, conquer and live.
Watch the righteous crawl 
Serpentine towards us
Begging for mercy 
Begging for forgiveness 
We just laugh and then kiss
The blood of their God off our lips. 

We have extinguished their light
And replaced it with the eternal flame,
The flame of liberation,
The flame of a new day
Glory be to the morning star,
The one who dared to disobey