Vampiric Lord built on a ruined abbey
Salted earth and grounded gates
Nothing will grow again
Yoke of the virgin
Ruins, the cinders dreaming
Zero to zero
No peace ever
Sun, royal carrion
Sun, royal carrion
Her majesty is no clumsy mistake
Hatched from a hateful black husk
Absence of existence falls in her wake
Strip away
Stripped of days
You precious sentiment
Sun, royal laureate
Sun, royal carrion
Deceased royal carrion