Warsphere

Before me no created things were
Save those eternal, and eternal I abide
Abandon all hope

I'm the sacred, descendant from the skies
I'm the hatred, the truthful sin of lies

A sphere holds thy one
Dropped and drowned
Shrouded by unholy flames
Flesh to flesh
In and out
One by one
Creatively sliced

Despise the heavens
Enlighten the cosmos
Arise the fallen
And form your own creation

Slay and pray
This is the cry of man
This haunted mind
Will unveil the seventh sin

Despise the heavens
Enlighten the cosmos
Arise the fallen
Deform your own salvation

Bleeding our own tears
Weeping, and yet we fail to realize
That killing has it's own price
Upon those who held the warsphere

The sphere has fallen
And now we rise
From the ashes of our long-lost sins

The sphere will tell us
How we spilled our blood
Filling the empty fields with hate and wars