One scorched
Three burning
Worlds given to hell
And man is helpless amongst the cinders
How lightly we tread
Today is the tomorrow that was never to come
Scourge of six thousand years
Under duress of the hook and pull
With bones from and to the dust
Sod retakes it's claim
Transience is lost
And petty beats will now learn how precious little they truly own
They reap amends
The stench of tresses on hot coals
Hooves of flames trample man into the embers
The melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse
Dare you cry for the gods
Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres
The spheres make so your fate
Shed your tears for our thirsting lakes
We grow weary fro the searing heat
Disturb no this sleep
Distort not this placid sea
This is the hour of extinction
A respite in the shedding of the weight of life
Life ebbing away
One scorched
Three burning
Worlds given to hell
And man is reduced to cinders
How lightly we tread
Never regenerate
We ashen sisters
Restore and melt again
The ash in the lungs of arsonists is deadly
This is the uncreation of man
Mothers
How will we breathe