Tribulation
Phobos looms, gazing everlong
A ghastly visage, an unspeakable horror
Words escape me as my body trembles
Oppressed by fear, omen consummated
Deimos stalks behind, baring teeth
Ritual completed, harbingers avowed
Their desires will become our desires
Their virulence will become our bliss
Tyrants reforming feeble minds
Distorted wills, contorted in
Everlasting devastation
Cataclysmic manipulation
A struggle begins as flesh clashes with flesh
Thrashing carcasses, mindless, ravenous
No longer selves, but collective will
Desiring to crush all beneath their heels
Bodies coagulate into sinuous mass
Once life, now beyond meaningful form
Burning, fusing, reduced into dust
Billowing ashen winds blotting the sun
Tyrants reforming feeble minds
Distorted wills, contorted in
Everlasting devastation
Cataclysmic manipulation
All is torn asunder as life is stripped away
Crumbled stones are all that remain
Grim epitaphs to a failed species
Written with the blood of their offspring
This world lost itself in misery
To end in nothing but a whimper
All life is dust in the wind
All life is dust in the wind
All life is dust in the wind
All life is dust in the wind