Tongues - …and the Ever Watchful Clouds lyrics

I am towering over mountains of flesh Laying bound upon themselves And the ever watchful ashen clouds Cast their judgement in silence… Feed me my incessant hate Of great spires and thrones In all their splendor and glory I see them fall against my wrath… I am forging gods from bone and clay In my throne room of dancing shadows Craven idols stand on pillars By my grace they shall receive Spiritus vitae, et carnem de morte To be watched in awe by progenies of ruin I cast them into the heavens To glimmer like the morning star Cast their apocryphal light upon the waters For all the desolated cosmos to see And the seas all burn with their light A perverse glory for me to keep