Oh! The firmament has called out to us
A missive from the stars
A will beyond our comprehension a**uming direct control
No longer cloaked in secresy, new genesis unfolds
Unraveling upheaval claiming our next of kin
Pandemic transfiguration activates that which lay hidden within
The shadow of the Overmind extends across the earth
We are the last, the untainted brethren
rejecting the Apostle’s touch
Defying in vain escalating contagion
Our flesh and blood so thoroughly disowned
We can’t avert our eyes from the beckoning abyss
the unknowable that has severed our hope
Thrown to the winds, adrift in causality
We wait to be swallowed by the undertow of entropy
We bargain for reprieve from the judgment rendered
by the highest of arbiters, minding the cosmic clockwork
somewhere far beyond our reach
somewhere far beyond our knowledge
The cycle has ended, our time on this planet has pa**ed
No more! This mora** of sorrow belies what we are
This grief, we shall sublimate into rage
we gaze with hostile eyes upon the unhallowed intercessor
its acolytes we must strike down for what they have done to our race
In a torrent of violence the profane we eradicate
Their wretched eucharist they shall no further proliferate
Heathen enclaves in our midst, rise to stay the righteous hand
Still the cleansing fire burns across the land
Reason perishes in the acrid smoke of battle
None remain to toll the bells for those who died as cattle
Indiscriminate slaughter Combusts to internecine war
This conflagration can be Restrained no more
As the slaughter subsides and the smoke clears
we survey the aftermath
only to find no salvation among the carnage and ruin
With daybreak a fresh hell arrives
as our youngest fall into ghastly torpor
In perdition’s grasp we shall writhe ’til the end.
Oh! The firmament collapses on us
Seek shelter from these baleful stars
A will beyond our comprehension extracted a horrible toll
no quarter for humanity, our quietus we behold
The erstwhile masters of earth
languishing in obsolescence
Bereft of all hope, forlorn and listless
we accept this miserable fate
procession of wandering dead men in search of a comfortable grave
The cycle has ended, our time on this planet has pa**ed away