Towering titans blotting out the sun
Sprinting through shadows
The lower echelons cower and pray for deliverance
Under foot lays a holocaust
Snapping bones ground into the flesh
While pulped remains intertwine
With the bloody ground
Marching towards the harbinger in the sky
It's divine, the power that we derive from our stature
Invincible detached from reality of our lessors
Convincing them that we are the creators
Pinnacle of creation standing before your eyes
Surgical decimation, eliminate competition
Bring the watch dogs to heel
Wrest levers of power from your hands
Scorch the Earth, drain the seas
Crush resistance, your acquiescence mere formality