You've convinced angels to fall. And claim to be fatherless. And Gods themselves. This blasphemy breeds war. . Determined, the seal cannot be broken. To stain my flesh with blood.
In the dark of night. In my dreams I go to hide. All I've known of this life. Is all the pain I have inside. . Helpless agents the reality. You're crated for me.
Surely they must know that the end is near. The locusts breed, infesting eyes and ears. . Civilization lies in ruin beneath a cold sun. The tempest has torn through the world.
Feeding the machine. Driven by morbid avarice. (your) weakness and fear. Replaced with valor for your Queen. . It is with pleasure I extract your beating heart.
Astral servitors drone. Upon horns and pipes in sonorous monotone. To announce the Old Ones' arrival. As the portal yawns from the bowels of the void.
Upon the carcass of the old god. We gather where the dread shadows walk.. We distort the wills of weak drones. Cathedrals built from the bones of the flock.
Enter into the forbidden realms of dire enlightenment. The tomes and scrolls sealed away by the ascendant gods. To stand upon the precipice of lore and derangement.
Thanatotic designs upon the blacksmith's altar. Enhanced implements of annihilation; fallen infantry equipped for war.. . Behold: the Sepulcher Legionnaires! The frontline corps; the vile vanguard.
The kings of the sands spat a curse upon this land. Divinity did revile their deeds. A pox of stone to all that denied the throne. The gods did call upon the priests to intercede..
Part I Violent Fecundity. . A gift for humanity. My violent fecundity. The Harvest Time has come to be. I lay the world to rest.. Mortals pleading for release.
Bathed in brine, drowned by time. A place where the titans submerged. Downtrodden seas, home to scores of debris. Where Mother's nightmares converged..
I beckon to the souls of the desperate. Gather your energies within the forgotten depths. In the catacombs beneath unhallowed ground. The Faceless shall now look upon you.
Gather in the trenches. Gather, one and all. Gather in the killing fields. To amass and gnaw upon the fortress walls.... . Here the flames of carnage burn the weakest of men.
The fires of the civilized world...sparkle in the evening shade. The comforts warm the creatures She made.... Leeches form the webs...that provide their peace.
Darkness descends from the firmament. Shredding winds sever the lifelines. Unbound in torment - these victims of sentience. They mourn the scattered fragments of their designs..
Born from the ancient void. Spiritual Dementia. Called by congregation. Blinded by faith.. . Reverence and destruction. Strife and mass production. Bred for mass consumption.
Crawl across the floor. Bound by shackles and leather hood. Approach slowly to your Goddess,. Seated on Her feathered Throne. . Kneeling at My feet; encased in black sheaths of ecstasy.
Hear the clarion call to arms. Adorn the greaves of gravestones. The communal barrow grows restless with alarm. The seeds have been sown.. . From the soil comes a ponderous pulse.
The Madness festers... more potent than ever before. Ancestors... those I once adored. Bear witness to their sons!. . The blasphemies I beheld...the soil in which I dwell.
(The stygian battery is primed to extinguish...). Artillery contrived through the pulse of the spirits. Claimed within the umbral webs. The coffin shells creep slowly across the battlefields.