As the beings spawnednDulcet offspring's, the fruitnHeavens children saw them in the dawnnTheir lust enraged their bloodnnThe leader knew of the guilt nPlenty to share, they swore an oathnOn maledictions it was buildnThey descended from heaven in innocent clothnnThe prophecy I had to seenI am the MetatronnThe fall I had to testifynMy inner me passed bynSo I had to complynI became the MetatronnnWinged assailants took their bridesnDebased their sacred epiphanynBrought them on a magic tidenMorale screams in agonynnThe brood giants of morbid formnThe nephilim walked the fieldsnTheir hunger bended the normnThey gorged their mothers,nThe fate was sealednnThe prophecy I had to see...