Silentium

I hold my world against you all
When waves will sweep ten feet tall
And wind will breathe the poison to our souls
When all battles have been bleed
And rest of teardrops have been she'd
And no one has the strength to turn and run
This night is ours, the rime is ripe
The crude facades of god are stripped
In darkness blessed the sun has died
This world is ours, empress of night
The mark of serpent rises high
Above the blindly rolling sky
And all the brave ones drop their shields in fear
The Righteous king will take his fall
The noble breed begs, steals and crawls
And son of man hangs high above impaled
This night is ours, the rime is ripe
The crude facades of god are stripped
In darkness blessed the sun has died
This world is ours, empress of night