(Part 1: The Endless Circle) You truly have no purpose to question why As frail truth breeds only slaves to a lie Falsehood stitched to a shroud of deception Daily ma**es molding nightmarish conceptions Creation is as constant as stagnation and decay Celestial rape breeds new horrors every day. You self-sustaining hordes of meat Pave and bathe in deceit and defeat. It seems your mortal eyes failed to realize... We are no more alive than the sands of time - The Circle of False Gods. Dead God-flesh obscures the future Warming the secret dreams of nascent abominations You cannot comprehend the depths of our creation This day marks the age of your own extermination Supernal and fetid we appear in your eyes Our hunger shall arise with your nightmares' reprise A cynical age to cast away vestigial faiths Madmen call to darkness, their will to desecrate In this Feast we will see to your subjugation We lick your bones clean and leave the lands in desolation. (Part II: The Prophecy Unveiled) We bring the oppression of ash and steel Sandstorms and pestilence revealed; The path of sorrows blazed in fear Clairvoyance! Unveil the End Times! I am the Scarab Prophet Herald of cosmic eyes From far beyond this seal of lies The Old Ones shall arise! Even the strongest of men plead to the skies; This earth will be forgotten in the sands of time. And with strange eons, even d**h may die All shall bear witness to the truth of the divine. Mortals flee in terror as elder gods encroach; Monsters such as these were never meant to be seen. Frail, fragile mortals would do well to flee. Now unveiled; the darkest of prophecies. As shockwaves ravage the crust of the earth The subterranean horrors rise Forgotten citadels emerge amongst the raging waves... As cities burn, engulfed by a star of solar flame A living pyre dances upon the charred and scattered corpses... Now the path is clear to dreamscapes and from far beyond the stars The cataclysmic rift gives way and the Astral Harvest can at long last begin.