This ends here
As the ancients congregate to
Sacrifice
All that they have worked for
Why stop now
Hoarding is only a process
Leading to further embolden
The third born
Seraph released to Existence
Let it engulf their duality
We leave none to waste
A passover would be disgraceful
You'll find the bodies
Hollowed
Hedon falls
Souls devoured
Ash and lurkers
Lay in flames
Buried with their city
Eat them slow
Savor the taste of their corpses
Aether transformed into new blood
We defy
Tyrannical limitations
We harvest what we desire
Disciples
Of Aekyr know your place
How shameful why do you disobey
Your choices
Cause problems that compound
Solutions are sowed in the unbound
Dismembered
Before your very eyes
Combining darkness with dying light
The loss of flesh and their soul
Reversion in a sterling form
We leave none to waste
A passover would be disgraceful
You'll find the bodies
Hollowed