Alghazanth

Each time I speak
An angel falls beheaded from the heavens
Each time my foot meets the soil
The celestial fruits wither to dust
I was the one to offer them my gifts
Obsessive pearls for the absent generations
When the old nations were hammered down
I stood there strangling them to their final sleep
Persistance has overcome
In order to achieve the clearest triumphancy
Seek not for the obvious nor the visible
And thus, thou might become a part of me
I am sure you must know me
For I am the taste in the veins of those who enjoyed the carnage