Beneath the cross, the abyss unfolds,
shattered angels cry without redemption,
our souls walk through shadows,
with faith consumed by eternal fire.
The night devours the skies with its cloak,
and the echoes of prayers shatter in the wind,
the world collapses in forbidden whispers,
and the earth trembles before the unseen judgment.
The fallen eyes of saints watch,
but hope hides behind curtains of smoke,
each tear is a river to oblivion,
each heart an altar consumed by flames.
Ancient shadows whisper secrets time forgot,
and we, condemned to eternal vigil,
guard the spark that defies the darkness,
the light that not even the abyss can extinguish.
The eternal fire burns within our chests,
a flame that neither death nor chaos can tame,
and in this broken, silent world,
we are the keepers of the forbidden light.