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