Metatron — Darkwell

Metatron

As the beings spawned Dulcet offspring's, the fruit Heavens children saw them in the dawn Their lust enraged their blood

The leader knew of the guilt Plenty to share, they swore an oath On maledictions it was build They descended from heaven in innocent cloth

The prophecy I had to see I am the Metatron The fall I had to testify My inner me passed by So I had to comply I became the Metatron

Winged assailants took their brides Debased their sacred epiphany Brought them on a magic tide Morale screams in agony

The brood giants of morbid form The nephilim walked the fields Their hunger bended the norm They gorged their mothers, The fate was sealed

The prophecy I had to see...