The first group of progeniture are now exiled from the catacombs
Meanwhile the gates are opened,
paths filled with cattle heading towards torment
A befouled messiah
Risen into reality from the reverie once dreamed by the Majesty of leprosy, now watching His vision thrive:
the feeble aligned – marching into the dominion of Nil
In line towards oblivion
The withered people crawl
Pushed further into the chambers of plagues reborn
A prophecy fulfilled: a continuum of woe
Continuum of woe!
Without hope – world of vermin
Dynasty of filth – ridden with the most vile futuristic parasitic necrotic race
A true dystopia has been unfolded, unveiled at last
Within a private chamber, benighted, locked away from light
the Majesty prepares His final display of power
He rises up, mind fixed on the culmination of an era
In awe of His own empire He proceeds into the purity of Naught
The death of a Majesty – a people lost to necrocracy
But the withered Master’s will
shall still be fulfilled by the remnants in plague and disease
A prophecy fulfilled: a continuum of woe
Trails of the forlorn etched into the spine of Earth
Ridden with disease, blistering like a plagued child
Marching towards a continuum of misery…