...and the Ever Watchful Clouds Lyrics

I am towering over mountains of flesh
Laying bound upon themselves
And the ever watchful ashen clouds
Cast their judgement in silence...

Feed me my incessant hate
Of great spires and thrones
In all their splendor and glory
I see them fall against my wrath...

I am forging gods from bone and clay
In my throne room of dancing shadows
Craven idols stand on pillars

By my grace they shall receive
Spiritus vitae, et carnem de morte

To be watched in awe by progenies of ruin
I cast them into the heavens
To glimmer like the morning star

Cast their apocryphal light upon the waters
For all the desolated cosmos to see
And the seas all burn with their light
A perverse glory for me to keep