Secluded, I sit motionless on the grasy knoll A calm wind warms me, The Sun guides me. Silently my eyes do close and through them I see the stream. In
emanate when diabolical procreation overshadows the meek. Crumbling fall the statues of Icons As the infernal deluge consumes the Landscape, entwined in thorns
roll, upon this dying Land inherited by the weak. Mayhem swarms in its true form Supernatural Terror Unearthed by Storms Rejoice in eternal nightfall In lust with
mortal eyes. Helpless lies the Goddess of light. Behold the vile legacy never-ending Stare at the dismal smoke ascending Through tyranny take rule of this Withered Earth