Lifeless chasms ere expanding, worming their ways... Far beyond the grip of time.
All-consuming beasts stand guard the labyrinth... Slaughtering all who dare to escape.
Dungeon walls of their own makings proudly display... Trophies of their ignorance
As the stench of forfeited lives pervades the halls... Endless torment awaits inside the charnel house.
The foul air bespeaks a pain
Worthy of the old world... Before The Flood.
All was well the way it was
Everything in its own space... Perfection.
Blood moon can't wait for the night
Seven soulless wonders fly
From their flaming, hoary perch
Children of the Luminary
Infinitely behold darkness
As a lie that's told too often
Sowing plagues and reaping death
Soaring past your dead idols
Taking back their belongings
They speak of the past as if it's
Always occurring within their
Ancient caverns of existence
Beyond the half-lit landscape
Whispers tales of loss and woe
Which both fools and gods deny
And the begotten earth bemoans
The Worthless sing a verse of Hope
Hope that’s long-since been betrayed
By those who stood idly by
And I am their fucking king
Visions of the Birth of Time fade away
Leaving a hole for death to invade
Bringing woe and lamentations
In its wake
The Old World came to her side like a ghost
Whispering dreams of how to erect
The New World
Stone by stone
The force that holds up the sky gives way to the force that holds down the earth… Bringing it all down
Paradox reigns squelching flesh from the bones of the condemned horde exposing all… To intense suffering
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