Wherein Achatius Is Flogged to the Hills of Violation Lyrics

Cold halls of silence
Echo with the cruelty of the heart
Deep rooms of silence
Echo with the cruelty of the soul
Can you hear his presence?
It is not the winter wind dying
Can you hear his presence?
It is the devil blowing through the forests
To and fro

Starlit skies of tribulation
Thunder with the cruelty of the whip
Fallen towers of tribulation
Thunder with the cruelty of the rack
Can you feel his presence?
It is not the winter wind dying
Can you feel his presence?
It is the devil howling through rotting bones
To and fro

A proud knight appears
Gleaming weapons in hand
The parapet of the sky bends to his will
As animals watch the nightly stars

Garbed in rusted armor
Sardonic in its opulence
Wild beasts of the earth bend to his will
As roaring furnaces light the nightly stars

Flog them hard until all will must depart
Maim all flesh and bone until the spirit alone must atone

ACHATIUS!
Reaping time is near
ACHATIUS!
The fifth angel of destruction is here

"I have felt summer
I have felt winter
I have felt the fear of brimstone and hell
I have dreams of all the comes from below"

Over wintery fields toward the hills of violation
Driven by Iron hooves, the shameful march of contemplation
The mystery of seven stars feared from distant land
A treasonous angel with keys to below held in its right hand

ACHATIUS!
Reaping time is near
ACHATIUS!
The fifth angel of destruction is here