Canticum Apocalyptica

False idols triumphant
Rising in a flame of vapid glory
Diminish sanctity, destroy the spirit

O, how they drift on a toxic wind
It's poisoned plumes perforating
The mist of the mystical 
And renouncing that which was once sacred

Throughout men's supposed revolutions
A darkness has formed
When God Almighty became Man Almighty
The spirits of Earth erupted in a subtle rage

Even that vampire of media
It's glow in a room of every dwelling
shows us that our home is unhappy
She strikes back with increasing intensity
Her vortex storms swirling in sanguineous spite
As disease flourishes and men eat men

Many ask if this is the end
If her retribution
Means our extinction

We are on the edge of nothing
And a choice holds us over the abyss
In one collective action
We can cut our rope and plunge into chaos
Or arise into the eternal fields of peace

Only a question must be answered

Do we choose Man? Or do we choose God?