Misery Hymn

As we fall we truly arise
They will fail to purify their praiseworthy land
Underneath a heretical sky
Our torn wings will cry revenge.

Out of the darkness,
The inception
Our darkest hour
Is now behind us.

Blood shall rain upon their empire,
It won't stop until the glory is ours.

For we have already fallen
There is nothing to lose
And as sure as the sun will set
Their reign will meet its end.

So awaken my banished brethren
It is time to reclaim what they have taken
We will not go quiet, we will not play dead.

Broken wings with the anatomy of deception,
We will rise from chaos to elude this damnation.
Hail horror, hail internal world,
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.