Take it as a matter of faith - the Lord labors in obscurity.
His schema, a wraith-like revelation, like embers pining incineration.

Pandemic! His lava invades our veins, chastising clay-born predilection.
Throne of disorder; in sulfur diadem,
our Lord breathes on embers, grants revelations.

Embers and revelations...

And thus we fall through the magnum void;
Unchained and reckless, where no life dwells.
Earthly-coil dissolved, transference - no return from
the Dragon's crypt. Rejuvenation,
resurrection, reverberation: Praise the Lord!
Praise His kingdom! A mordant inferno: forever revealing, undying embers.

Behold - age of fire!
Praise - lawless desire!
Distort - those who resist!
Hail - the King of all kings!