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Chaos splits the sky and unifies all portents

A great otherworldly howl and futile to defend

Chromatic shrieking radiation rings from the feathered vortex

Riotous cacophony from the lacerated winds

We are the seers

The architects of plague

We are the one and the many

A thousand different names

Cower as you call to us

You should never have been freed

Pray you're dead when our comets come

Worthless progenies

The sky is black and blotted with a satiated frenzy

Scarecrow arbitrator between the lying and the others

Never since those windswept plains has come such annihilation

But this one is the shadow that was feared since we were born

Hammers swing to seal the tombs without a good word spoken

Every curse on that vile crypt cast with glorious commotion

Locusts pick the harvests clean begging for atonement

Ground gives way and joins the sky in the shadow of the eclipse

Once more I stand in awe and weep before such visions

What's more I'm looking on your temples as they burn

I've shook the ground before to rid a surface nuisance

But never have I had the pleasure to look upon such works

I've buried all your cities as you've pissed away your lives

I've relished every second of your eventual demise

So fight yourselves and eat your fallen hiding from your truth

I always have and always will be here when you are through