The sun to set will always be dark enough to see
Recourse the blinding lights of Eye.
March of the Dead.
Eye of the fire cycles the flesh.
Indignation your prophets have seen.
Law is no more.
Ruin as vast as the sea.
Believe what you see.
Enemies prosper in midst of distress.
An abyss, where monuments dwell.
To what shall I compare of you?
Exposed false oracles?
Your iniquity as to restore you from your captivity.