Lyrics The reaping of flesh and blood - The Legion

The reaping of flesh and blood

I am the ashen skyline.
I am the acid seas;
the rains of
Liquid fire;
the storms of rock and stone.
Supreme is the
Will of the black divinity.
A heart of destruction beats
To eternity
At my hands: a legion — swarms of catastrophes
In my trail: cold fire — but wastelands left to see
Both prayers and shouts of worship meet sheer
Indifference.
The ghost of harvest scorns you —
This flashing scythe is blind!
These flowers made of flesh and blood
Flourish in a graceful blast
For ages kept a secret, a hideous miracle, deraded, yet
Forgotten — I live in the myth of Hell.
Now risen from
Oblivion, from my abysmal sleep;
a pitch-black ancient
Darkness is on the face of the deep
These flowers made of flesh and blood
Flourish in a graceful blast