Through the Worlds of Chaos Concetration Lyrics

Subverted by his God,
Burnt by wrath of the seven bowls of Apacolypse,
Saint Salathiel opens his eyes wide before the oblivion,
He whirls like mental winds
And sweeps through the twilights of servile blindness
To meet the inevitable death
In the hearth of perpetual fire.
Tortured by awareness of vanity
And myriads of bewilderment,
Who once was great and sinless,
Betrayed by the Creator and his brothers now.
He used to reap laurels in rays of glory
Amidst the heavenly host an epoch ago,
And now he is just a dust puring down
To the Kingdom of Mastemah.
He lost his faith in the glow of agony
And suffers torments of smouldered ideas
And tumbling truth.
Tearing the bloody clouds of hesitation he dared
To doubt the Creator.
He saw the lucre
And cruelty of his false compassion and feigned mercy.
Obtaining wisdom inflicted ostracism upon him.
He is doomed to stray between the worlds of sephiroth
To accomplish his Great mission,
Questioning in the oblivion – Whom will He spare?
Melting through the debris of faded empires
And dripping to the throne of Sovereign
Who rules upon the ashes of morality.