Golden city is now filled with stench
Pearled gates in debris remain
The river of living waters runs dry
Tree of life gave it's last fruit

God lies beheaded on his throne
The seven torches no longer lit
White mantles of the elders blood stained

Decayed angels lie on the shores
Limped sea has turned to black
Praising creatures, praise no more
Temporal book in shape of roll
Once again in rightfull hands
Archdemons fullfiled their fated quest
Darkness shall prevail

"I am worthy of receiving the book.
I have crushed Adonai,
I am worthy of breaking the seals..."

The sky grows dark...
The clouds dance with aquilon

Broken seals fall to the ground

Pandemonium spreads across a damned land
Marked corpses rise from their graves
Trumpets of punishment now sound