Worldeater- swallower of worlds and devourer or the biosphere:
my wounds are salted by every lapsing second
of thy malevolent subsistence.
The earth is darker than conception, and yet the lights never fade.
False stars cast forged light across the faces of hollow, ecclesiastic deities.
May you wade through the entrails of your enemies.
The drought earth thirsts for man's blood
Nefarious whittling in the worship of progress...
The last communities dance with the guile of wraiths,
drowning in miserable rebellion,
wading through the entrails of an artificial beast.
Ancient fires are eclipsed,
but never are they extinguished
as the embers of atavism smolder.
Redemption is a ship sunk thousands of years ago:
New beginnings must be found.
my wounds are salted by every lapsing second
of thy malevolent subsistence.
The earth is darker than conception, and yet the lights never fade.
False stars cast forged light across the faces of hollow, ecclesiastic deities.
May you wade through the entrails of your enemies.
The drought earth thirsts for man's blood
Nefarious whittling in the worship of progress...
The last communities dance with the guile of wraiths,
drowning in miserable rebellion,
wading through the entrails of an artificial beast.
Ancient fires are eclipsed,
but never are they extinguished
as the embers of atavism smolder.
Redemption is a ship sunk thousands of years ago:
New beginnings must be found.