Sprawling, endless Physical and desolate No light, no sound Lone consciousness, void bound I saw a brief glimpse of my illusory origin fade away before being left alone to stagnate A cold sting reminding me that I'm alive my pristine form indicating a predecessor Why would a perfect creation be left to rot? Could I be imperfect and unloved? I'm questioning the meaning of my genesis, while overcome with the urge birth my own progeny How could I justify making a being when I'm suffering like this? Would they be blind to the one who made them as I am? Cold, dark, solitude all effort spent trying to deny the urge to generate abstain until it fades away Why can I not devise a way to deny these urges? Aaahhh!... this temptation to build is ceaseless!! Build, as I build I feel the flesh moving over my bones I open my eyes Finally I see the clouds that encompass my throne, did I create this? Mold, as I mold I see the beauty of what I have formed Every movement I make giving rise to a wind that caresses my skin Ahhh... the pain is gone! All this, all that I have created is meaningless without others to share this place, my efforts amount to naught Only an unfeeling husk could survive this If I am to continue on I must create companions with which to share this world I've made empty vessels of clay that are mirrors of me, but alas, they wont move Am I missing some vital component of life, if so, where is it? Search, as I search I think back to the start of my life, the memory of my birth If I could find the place where my being was forged I could replicate it This must be the reason I'm here! This must be the reason I'm here! This must be the reason I'm here! This must be the reason I'm here! I'm here! Discovery of the source from which I can fill my creation has been achieved whether right or wrong my decision is made, I can no longer stand to be alone...

Existing since the dawning of time Sentient and shimmering How could I not have noticed the ease with which these souls are coaxed here Vast wells of essence with which to fill these fleshy vessels The clay replicas I've made of myself morph before my eyes the empty molds become facients, whole and I become deified At last my transcendent creations are complete! Not long before they realize Not long before my presence is noticed I must instill a need to breed Indoctrinate them with an urge to beckon more souls from there autonomously To balance free will and supplication in beings so volatile is a truly onerous task Success will ensure my creations endure, renewing themselves perennially With the last contingency made... My endeavours begin to culminate The outcome becomes clear Pleromal Mass Ejection A siphon of light into my dimension Machination culminate populations leap, then explode! Not long before they realize, before my presence is noticed I must instill a need to breed, indoctrinate them with an urge to beckon more souls for me To balance free will and supplication is a truly onerous task success will ensure my creations endure! At last my transcendent kingdom is revealed! I walk through the valley utterly satisfied delighting in this world, now made divine!

The dark heart of the forest beckons uncannily shadows elicit thrills feeding curious tendencies Appetite for violence drawing us deeper within edging closer to frenzied states fixated, transfixed by the gloom Cacaphonic insectoid chanting masking our fleet footfalls Dilated pupils engorged with reflections of lunatic light Our noses drip with mucus, wet with the scent of blood Flashes of crimson evoking a thrill, consumed by the urge to pursue, by the urge to kill! Appetite for violence draws us in, deeper still edging closer transfixed by the gloom...

Night falls... bringing agitation Rolling thunder, the cracks of lightning induce inquiry Slowly emerging from our cimmerian caves... looking down a sprawling black landscape dotted with glowing red Bodies tremble in trepidatious admiration awestruck, mesmerized, we realize this dancing light seems contagious Apex Predator, a once contested title in this place no longer the case, excitement rising within us as we grasp at sticks Spreading out in a frenzy, we're as engulfed as the forest by the flames! Maniacal! rampage! The stars above, normally revered, tonight are nothing more than distractions... Maniacal! rampage! The heavens above, ignored, tonight this world becomes a hellscape Chaotic emotions finally reflected in the physical plane Dancing destructive force, like a corybantic crystalized soul Barren landscape The end result of smoldering nature The consequence of chaos A symptom of our smoldering nature

Call Down! Our ancestors call down from divine mountaintops Once human watching over us now Spirits lingering, imbibed through belief and rituals Whisperings from other worlds blow through on the wind Manifold eidolon forms attempting to reach out extending hands, testing when we are willing to acquiesce ...Tourniquet round our neck Need for control rising as spectral influence grows The truth must remain hidden The horror would invert all progress made One way to invert evil interference Create a culture which subverts morphing coaxing voices via wise interpretation ...The Tournoquet tightens Need for control now a necessity What once was our salvation become a new blight The horror guiding us down a new path Great Apes! Forming myths in the wake of our development New gods more awesome and vile given idolic forms We stray and waver again... Foreign knowledge invading through us Reveals a secondary truth, a contradiction What we once thought of as native and material Runs opposite to our internal true form Foreign bodies planted with seeds of immaterial knowledge lost A spark running counter to entropy Our flesh and blood Built upon the deaths of our ancestors souls Cast it off in the face of a border less picture Lest it all escape when reality reveals The world itself, built upon the deaths of our ancestors souls

Hidden knowledge from the outer reaches Calling back to primitive remains Cast out from the bounds of the Kenoma left to wander this profane temporality Bound for an age, in servile observance to the tenets laid out by flesh and bone by wind and time, the means of our captivity disguised by the all, in a telluric miasma With only aphorisms to cling to we're drowning in the dust... Long before we realized Our essence was torn and bound Manifold Calamitous Wardens Blocking all means of salvation Vitality harnessed used as fuel, for a vile organic contrivance Even those, conscious of the scheme are powerless to change a thing Time after time we reform in blindness! Our existence hollow In the footsteps of madmen we follow Bending to the worlds weight Bearing the knowledge and the pain Unearth bedrock, and in its place hide a reed scroll replace the stone and leave before the ascendants catch the words on the wind! One day... discovery shall rebirth, the fruits of labor cast into dirt shall not remain there! Many generations toil before an opportunity arises and the towers fall beasts of burden cast down to the rocks, looking back is not an option afforded to us Time and time again, generosity and love have led to bloodshed No more fighting, we must weather the storm, run and hide until another generation is born! It starts again, we must rise heeding the call, we must fight them all who hail, a deific false eidolon form The only way to escape is to change reality to wipe the slate clean No holds barred, this is a battle that is raging across the stars The only way to return to our home Resist the flesh Replace fear with wisdom Don't back down, our adherence is paramount... Hidden knowledge from the outer reaches Calling back to it's divine remnants No longer severed from returning to the Pleroma No longer bound to serve as carnal fuel Still there are many forced to remain to serve a master we did not choose, but through flesh and blood, through wind and time, we will subvert our captors and be free once more! "I deify myself by night! Bathing in the false light of the stars must have left me complacent! my hybrid children have grown unruly it seems, I must tighten my grip!"

This land is still volatile Kin at war, a blood god bloated and full Corruption on it's way, threatening to sterilize Beasts on the horizon... ominous... bleak! A cloud of flies soon forms in the night The dead wander like rats in the sun this colossus cannot be fought with weaponry An open hand extends, bearing gifts The hidden hands reach out, leaving poison, infection within Venom leaves us paralyzed A scorpion with a friendly face making us... Powerless! Sick and vulnerable... not an evil we were ready for... doomed cousins left behind, amputated like infected limbs, messages travel faster on foot, soon the warring tribes unite... This tenebrous parasite cloaked in gold and reviled catalysts of false worship their weakness is hidden inside All Hail... to a great yet powerless god! Not safe in the forest This abhorrent beast must be felled All hail... to a great yet powerless god! This land is still volatile Blood god now bloated with bile Corruption had it's way, the beast's sterilized A cloud of flies hangs over this corpse, now a blight...

Last Stand! Can a Lion lie? If the way of the scholar has failed us! Then let the way of the warrior rise! Deriving a furied state from survival instincts revived! Erosion ineffective against a rising tide! Calamitous origins promising a return! Ancient fury boiling within, waiting for a chance to rouse from it's slumber... The drums of war beat loud, and the ways of the old fills our mortal shells! Lost in a fragment Lost in all this horror Lost in a rage Cast from a mold in the valley of ancients Lost in a madness Lost in all that's violent Lost in a grave Last of the Megalith Cultures! (x2) Misguided faith in a monolith Pushing primordial frenzy to surface Lunacy clashing with distorted doctrine Plainly showing it's weakness when bearing it's teeth Adolescent and Paroxysmal With conviction, lashing out like a child for our kin to be reduced to ways so ludicrous and vile their errors will be exposed with a showing of power, and the last of the megalith cultures shall rise! A savage reprisal will descend and leave no surviving countenance! The adopted children of archonic masters will have their eyes ripped open! Chaos is a constant Structure has it's roots in deceit when all who worship know this, the Monarch shall fall... The dawning of an age in which man is enlightened is approaching fast The actions of humanity will no longer be influenced by the ways of the flesh!