The Tartarus Impalement

A perfect climax
Empty words and feeble souls fined in unholy lore
Those to be avenged, dormant in their graves
A dismal horizon of vigilance
Sworn to stillness

Obscured by intentful shadows
A cell for all to view with pleasure
The end is before our eyes
Lay down your lives, today is a good day to die
Today is a good day to die

Almighty archaic exalted one, hear my invoking of power
Accept my body through your marvelous gates
Devour the essence of light
Our vengeance has risen, unburied from shallow graves
Our rage is infinite

Crushed by the weight of lust he fails
To perceive the truth directly before his eyes
Too daft and obsessed with fortune, dismissing internal cries
I'll never forget it, the day they came
I remember it like it was yesterday
I still see my family I still them petrified under that light

That purple glow you see right before they
I wonder what it would've been like if I were older
If I truly understood then what was actually happening around me
Maybe I could've saved them
Maybe I could've stopped all of this from happening
Maybe things would've been different

I don't know, twenty seven years later, and here we still are
Still clinging to life, still desperately running away
And you know what? It just gets worse
And it will continue to get worse
If we don't make a difference here, today
Although we can save the rest of them
Nothing will ever be the same
Nothing will ever be the same

I have lost all I had, everything I am
Everything that once was, now a shadow on the ground
A memory that couldn't be anything more than sorrow and fury
I'll never see home again, never comfort my wife as she mourns
And I'll never hear the cries of my firstborn son
How can I possibly continue on?

If victory is achieved, as order restores
Life will permit me to take who I love
And grasp them tight, for I will return home and finish this fight
The vessel of infinite lies, devouring the essence of light
Lurking in the shadows, luck and wisdom coincide
Pernicious, dangerous, detrimental, a malevolent
Sinister mortal stabbing the miscreant

The tartarus impalement
Ready for war, standing before
The impending end of all things to come
Your grisly structure compliments
The cold heart forged between your black lungs
Repent, or revel in your dying art
As I force your copse into the ground

Taking our lives. Immune to pain
Breaking our bones, bludgeoned to death
Suddenly a weakness appears
The brute is stabbed through the back
The duel of enemies ceases as tartarus falls down to his knees
Impaled

The defilement of hierarchs silenced
By the world, swallowed in martyrous lore
Tonight, victory is mine
Die, taker of lives
Tonight's victory is mine