The creation of sin

Reborn in blasphemy
The bright light, brought him pain
The same blaze glowed at the end of his reign
New life, birth again
The overlooked horror of the world's sin
Cast out, endless fall
Erased of all knowledge when he was strong
Regurgitate, breath in
Recovery stopped as he was brought back in
In the past, before the saints
There lived a soul
Who had the power to rejuvenate
The dead, a rotten corpse
He gave them life
And the gates to the necropolis were forged
Gracious, Animosity
Bestowed upon these souls
Blasphemy etched into their minds
The power, Immortality
He carried it within his heart
With all the knowledge that he could find
Impossible for life to end
These acts of death upon his mind
All the ones that god would send
Were brought to death within no time
Gazing at the earth upon his throne
The lord of all the darkified
He laughed at their holy swarm
And rejoiced at their every cry
Belial with his hordes
Swarming the spawn of his dead
The rising of this lord
Gripping the kingdom of the holy
This flood of overwhelming horror
Writhing, limping bodies of angels
Laughing, this glorious being
Crying, the angels scream
Archangel, Supreme
Assembles the holy dead
From a battle that will bring
The decline, darkened lord
Descends closed to his grave
And the gates to the necropolis
Were torn
Out from their rotted shells
Belials hordes now decline
The archangel will now abort
The darkified's evil rise
The undead lie upon the ground
The throne now drips with blood
The slayed master rots dead now
And so ends this evil flood
Condemn his rotted soul
The holy now take conirol
So it begins again
The creation of sin