Ilsa
Cult of the Throne
An altar
Obsidian
Black eyes to see
Obscene tongues speak
Kissed in true devotion

A Hydra spouts
To foul the air
Poisonous breath
The lies of Gabriel

Chosen sect
Slithers 'neath
Mountains of light
Ablaze
In the flames
Of war

Ocean Eyes
Shine a fascist brine
From mirage shores
Intensifying flames of war

Night appear
Remain and expand
God is none