Incandescent torment of all living things’ perception,
sickly visions dark beyond humanity’s conception.
Monumental raging onslaught met with no resistance,
talons poised to rip the very fabric of existence.
It’s the ending, final rending
of a torpor, aeon-long,
set in motion when the ocean
sounded a forbidden song.
Rites completed, life defeated,
at the edges of its span.
Seals were broken, now the woken
starts the holocaust of man.
Heavens roar and waters boil,
fires scorch the fertile soil.
The end of all humanity,
celestial calamity.
Hail the impure!
A species blissfully benighted
will breathe no more,
withering, helpless, blighted.
Facing the end,
an end that was always waiting.
It’s unreverend
to die at the hands of the hating.
Shadows made of flesh, grotesque beyond imagination,
ululate a jarring and cacophonous laudation.
Carnage growing measureless as they are celebrating
the wondrous, lightless kingdom that their sovereign’s creating.
The moribund and obsolete
will shrivel when at last they meet
the unrelenting gods of old
and see true darkness isn’t cold.
Nothing mortal will endure,
just enter into the obscure.
All tellurian life is drained
when The Great Dread is unchained.
It’s the ending, final rending
of a time of ignorance.
Sights upturning all their learning
of the cosmos’ vast expanse.
Now begetting his besetting,
wild, abhorrent progeny.
He’s arisen, left his prison,
animated majesty.
Cultures crushed, creation slain,
it begins his undead reign.
A ruinous profanity,
celestial calamity.
Hail the impure!
A species blissfully benighted
will breathe no more,
withering, helpless, blighted.
Facing the end,
an end that was always waiting.
It’s unreverend
to die at the hands of the hating.
Hail the impure!
A species blissfully benighted
will breathe no more,
withering, helpless, blighted.
Hail the unbound!
A shrouded species is returning.
Darkness is crowned
and the world is finally burning.