Stone pillars crumble at the feet of iconoclasts
Accursed omen of the coming extinction
Dust billows above, blotting out the
last arcs of
Shadows negate all; windswept death descends.
A thousand nights of plagued slumber to come
may transcend all pain
Into the darkest depth of unreality
The great destruction lies in wait
Visions have prophesized
shall stir from he burning rubble.
The eons beyond sleep in darkness visible...
Those who scorned the eyes of
Afflicted with eternal tribulation and raging pestilence
Feel death approaching
Already devouring their very
As the fall before the sound of dying knell
Oh, what great beast shall stir from the rubble?
The eons beyond sleep in