Scores of enfeebled souls through the abyss descend Angels of the lord skin the color of ash Scourged from heaven, Perpetually plummeting into the blackness of the deepest chasms Never again to return to light In droves they grovel Obsequiously kneeling at the throne Subjugated by temptation Enticed by boundless supremacy Ignominious pupils of divinity adorned with Crowns in adoration of sacrilege most high Endowed with immeasurable power The choir of anguish begin recitation of decrees Unholy proclamations strike the air Summoning the onset of their sovereignty over The kingdom of eternal darkness Realms of the ungodly The dominion from which no human soul has ever won salvation Held forth Saturating the forgotten recesses of every passage Piercing sound beyond sound Pervading the very blinking of an eye to the Infinitesimal turning of the slowest spheres It begins, the second death of souls