Tottering Cities of Men - Craven Idol

Titanic constructs of hubris

Monstrous fortifications

The tautened noose leads the architect

On the final tarantella

Tottering cities of men painted in black congealed blood

His guilt thus conquered

The creation endures yet

Multitudes drown in the bleeding streets

Gutters overflow with depravity

Waste runs rampant, metropolis covered in mud

Oh tottering cities of men, painted in black putrid blood

Vanish!

Like the lightning’s gleam

Like a baleful star, an empty dream

Vanish!

Like words to dust

Like smoke from Aetna, A lovers lust

The seven plagues of the seven gates

Let the bowls be broken

Rampant vermin, cities are burning

Let them grind to dust…

Blinding Light drives us onwards

Into the night, Into death

Vanish!

Like hope through fear

Like wind-blown flame, like trembling prey

Vanish!

Like a trifiling sigh

Like dew at morn, A guilty thing

Vanished!

Like a lighting strike