"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 stars
A requiem played
In a broken heart

At tragic days
The weight 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 stars
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 stars
A requiem played
In a broken heart
In a rotten heart