The Sweetest Of Tyrants- When in Rome

And when my light, my lights went out,
The broken crawled on their knees,
Some stars shone bright, across the sea.
Relax my youth, our time will come,
To take this world and do whats undone,
Winds of plagues will rise to sweep,
That everlasting glare you kept on me.
Shall glorious shouts will shout for help,
But in the dark the sounds found God,
The door to the light will open at last,
Make waves of war along with darkness,
Blood will rain across the fields,
My wings will spread along the sky,
Thine holly grave He'll raise the dead,
Drown out the voices in his head.
Hell halt no fury in taking of this land.
For He gave him permission without no reason,
To give such beauty to His Infernal's hand
Jealous gods quarrel over praise,
Here and there we cry in vain.
At last the angel has come to slay,
Those who stand in his rightful way.
Black clouds will blind out the sun,
And when my light, my lights went out,
Mother earth will end us all....