"And the first went, and poured the vial upon the earth; and there fell (...) a grievous sore upon the men which had the mark of the beast
(...)
And the second angel poured out the vial upon the sea; and it became as the blood of a dead man; and every living soul died in the sea.
And the fourth angel poured out his vial upon the sun; and power was given unto him to scorch men with fire.
And the seventh angel poured out his vial into the air; and there came a great voice out the temple of heaven, from the throne, saying: It
is done." (Book Of Revelation #16, John)
At tragic heights
A failure pure
Surrender to nothing
But the truth
Fall now – endlessly
Into the ashes
And dare to know
At tragic heights
She hangs from the sky
A requiem played
In a broken heart
At tragic days
The height of truth
Trust no one but your own blood
Shade now – eternally into the hearts
And dare to be cruel
At tragic heights
She hangs from the sky
A requiem played
In a broken heart
At stars unborn
All has begun
At the shadow sun
Delirium
At tragic heights
She hangs from the sky
A requiem played
In a broken heart
In a rotten heart
