Draconian

When our flames were lit by chaos...
We knew not the grip, the bondage of light
Then he waved his sceptre, and cosmos was formed
Too late we knew our freedom was lost
He blinded us, polluted our minds and forced us to drink his blood
I will show the world god's true face, I will let the thunder roar... forevermore
I've deceived his world, but regained paradise in the fire of my soul...
(But) in the death of the wind I sleep, as I wail this petrified landscape
Chaos, anguish... an optimum affection in the clarity of certainty... so empty
The voice of the dark souls:
"Mighty Lucifer – thou art the light that leads to darkness
As much as I praise thee, I love thee without praise...
As much as I love myself, I adore thee relentlessly
Thou art our true father, the wine of venus, the essence of our hope"
Death, solemn death of the reaper's star, devour his legacy from afar
I fumble... live... I fall... die, isolated in the crowds of god... and suffering
In between lurks the everlasting absence... for my dark euphoria
Thence I am sovran created, like in heaven, myself... and I fell in fury