silent watching gaze across the blackened plains two eyes like burning embers awaits the moment for the north star to blaze sythanagon winged angel rides death s wind to cloudless sky and sound a summon call of war now burn does the skyline soundless wings lacerate the night angels of death emerge across the sky thorned heads spiky limbs climb the air up high attack of the pearly gates now wait for the sign seen now is his star ablaze now risen in the sign of the one with a number not a name now given is the sign the golden walls of heaven sound is given now of charge a voice of war does cry the cry does sound the signal and the walls are stormed now fly swords are drawn in soundless flight above the walls of gold the winged angels of death descend a thousand from above now heaven is in its last throes of death sacred shrine of life and death apharamon s gold key the raping of holy interior and all concealed now masturbated upon is throne of gold scattered battered wings along the palaces and streets trophy of the victory attached to spear of the beast now spitted at is the scalp of god1