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...