The seven depart
Control the unknown factor
Protectorate of the hegemony of man
In the valley of the time tombs only d**h awaits
God of the church of the final atonement
They arrive in the valley – Chronos keep
No signs of a struggle – Bloodstained walls
Victims removed – The cult
In the valley – The tombs open
Blinking into existence, unbound by the tides
Master of time, the lord of pain
Three meters of blades and metal
Multi-faceted eyes glow red
Blink into phase
The tree of pain
Screams, like a wave from the countless victims
Three meter long thorns with human fruit
Left to writhe in the poetry of pain
Broadcast through the void which binds
Gasping with despair when the Shrike comes
In the end will be the word