Its slender frame Felt like barren stone Inside a black covering, Hovering above the horizon Drone of death Drone of creation The whole form Expressing only will and power It was soon lost to sight, Manifesting growth The birth of life The end of all Drone of creation Drone of death No signs of human feeling Heavy leaden curtains covering all Physical fatigue and mental suffering Hide away in your den I will be retreating It will be advancing Like a serpent of material life Seeking to devour its children Taking unto itself wings To fly into the dryness of the eternal desert The shadow was that of a vault A protestation Of the prophetic spirit life Condemning the east and west Blackness surrounding all I read it in the figure, gleaming in darkness I can feel it drawing near – deep vaults, closing doors Gathering and boring down From the fathomless shadows Hopeless we are, fighting Behemoths Becoming a monster, A receiver Penetrating the core Finding destruction Into the labyrinth, In hardness against themselves Becoming a monster, A receiver Drone of creation Drone of death Into the labyrinth I go In hardness against themselves and against others Turning inwards, gathering the strength for self-conquest