Pious Destiny

Wicked fate
Youve no sin to purge
Oh pious destiny

No wrongs to test
No weakness there
No holes
Through which to loop

Piteous fool
Who tests your rules
You are grand master
Sorcerer
And majesty

Plight upon which
All ships set sail
And

No change of route
Can evade your truths

The foul stenches
Of your gaping jaws

Fate,
You are the ultimate test
And only right
With which we treasure

Is when to end cruelest
game
When to end
Foulmouthed reign

And give our lives
At your feet,

Ah, and yet,
Still
In death you

Win.