Batsheva the Unholy, the Destroyer, & the Highest Lyrics

waves approach. embrace the tide and become one with dark waters, or stare still at a silent sun that blinds you and dries your skin to dust. a weeping moon ever nears... celestial throne to the mighty. one day it shall eclipse the sun, and forever we will live in her glory. come all ye weary and despair before the unholy, the destroyer, and the highest; usurper of suns, slayer of kings, she who comes to consume mankind; her skin is stone, her power great, she rides against the sun's children; fear to those who desecrate wombs and scratch the skin from the Earth: Batsheva. she comes on a great black crow that will build nests from enemy bones. emperor skulls adorn her waist, stretched by a belly full of flame. her gaze is a despairing winter; her voice is the shrill howl of beasts. her blades shall cut through the sky and maelstroms will follow their path. the ocean will rise in welcome and flood the earth and float her throne. for the sin of your idolatry, you shall drown in salt water and blood. hail Batsheva, great equalizer, who slays with not a shred of remorse, who comes with twenty-arms armed with blades that will gouge the organs from her enemies' waists. she is the spirit of vengeance blistering with unholy rage. glory to Batsheva the highest who comes armed with disease and storm. beasts of wild herald the spirit dancing in the darkest of woods. willow limbs twist to the sky to hang the idolaters as sacrifice. and her ilk who raise no banner she'll wash away in a torrent of flame, for she has no use for treachery. death to the corrupted weak who stand against the rise of their own kind. hail Batsheva and her violent grace! death to those who would profane her ways. Batsheva cometh. she rides on high to upset the order, to absolve the night.