Azrael's eldritch requiem
Weaves the vesper air,
From the gold halls of Valhalla
To Styx, and Lisseth's lair.
A sable incubus of sound
As sweet as honeyed mead.
Olympian nectar upon which
The souls of sinners feed.
It is a song of muted trumpets,
Half-moon harps, and violin.
And 'tis an orchestra of angels
What conducts this ode to sin.
No sweeter poison Bion knewm
As know these anguished wraiths,
Slowly coursing to whatever Hells
Accompany their Pagan faiths.
His dirge continues softly
Til its last note fades to dust.
A scything note through mortal souls
The final, killing thrust.
Azrael's eldritch requiem
Now rings clarion clear!
Across the wild, impartial skies,
But none are left to hear.
Thy Kingdom, it had come.
Thy Will, it had been done.
And Thine was the Kingdom,
...........And the Power
...................And the Glory
...............................Forever
.......................................Amen
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