Once you sent promises of destruction
To the ones who refused to kneel.
We did not fear the pledges of doom;
For we hold things beyond your reach.
Our minds as black as our masters’ hearts;
The webs we’re weaved are complete.
Implore your darken sky;
Broken down before a false divinity.
The mounds of piling corpses;
Cast a shadow on your paradise.
As blood trickles away in the sand,
Oblivion and apathy shall be your solace…