An endless wasteland of bones
A sun-drenched Stygian field
Amongst primordial stones
Monumental is this shield
This is the haven of tranquillity
The fantasy of a confusing reality
As this grand paragon of pandemonium
Screams in horror, screams so deafening
Time is running out
Life is soon to be gone
All shall cease and perish
In mankind's swan song
This is life in pure abhorrence
Life complete without a reason
As the scythe makes it's appearance
It grinds through time and season
Like a play of mankind's errors
The haven shows us right and wrong
Ripping flesh in nightly terrors
Gives birth to this population's swan song
Forests of depraved, cursed energy
Clouds of dark smoke rising
Forebearers of a dark century
Hiding amongst scrub - a sylvan disguising
Closed vaults from a dying time
Speaks of grimness of the past
The architecture of olden prime
Brings agony to those aghast
Relief!
Torment!
Release!
Chains of fire!
This is the warm nexus of anxiety
The final release of lava's entirety
As this grand paragon of pandemonium
Wreaks it's havoc, in fire and ecstacy
Ecstacy!
Blood now covers all the Earth
It's innocence is lost and raped
Devoured by the swan song's birth
There's nothing left and no escape
From stones and fir to vaults and crypts
Destruction covers all the lands
It is the coming apocalypse
A doom ablaze by fiery hands
Loss of hope!
Lack of faith!
Leech the life!
Gone in smoke!