Descending

We are... descending upon all men.
Torn souls... praying upon their sins.
Results... imbalanced greed, good as dead.
I am... the slayer of which they've read.
Their souls... gilded laws make them slaves.
Question... the path for which you make.

A parasite, on which we hide, another dies. Your lost life,
 this time of strife, the plague breeds. A mortal life, 
from which we hide, we never see. The fools believe, too 
late to see, the end has come. Proclaim the one, or fallen 
son, we take their hand. The prophets sung, with hymns of 
blood, the visions came. Descend the throne, I cast the 
stone, fulfill the end.

Descending death we taste it... All their efforts wasted!

Pain glared through the light, man was born to fight. They 
came to see, descend upon. Caressing greed, compassion 
gone. Their empty souls, who need reprieve. The bloody 
swords, were never sheathed. The blood was spilled and the 
child's dead. Upon the book from which the angels read. It 
was too late for the reaper's toll. He came upon and 
bestowed his own. Their weary souls were begot with greed, 
it was their Hell, inadvertently seeked. Sadness I have 
seen, gilded slaves are we.

A parasite, on which we hide, another dies!

Descending death we taste it... All their efforts wasted!