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