Bring Me the Horizon

Under the Archangels veil

A tear masquerades toward the ocean

Slipping

Caressing

Etched into salt now

Tendrils of corruption no longer hold back the deep

A cloaked figure framed in hues of crimson and pitch   

Stands faceless above the void

under the canopy of heaven

Every edge bleeding with tension

Stilled for sixty and sixty six years

Deception conflicts the souls for an aeon

Thunder echoing “Bring me the horizon!”

The Battle is all at once

Who will rejoice?