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Vessel built in secret

Chosen are the nine

Escape the wrath of Gaia

Humanity’s decline

Left behind, discarded

The ship transcends the skies

With this final treason

A planet dies

In the hour of rapture

No angels seized our souls

No prophet came to free us

We were left behind

No Lord came to great us

We perished, alone

The sphere is getting smaller

Almost ought of sight

The nine begin to bicker

Proud and vain they fight

Cast out

Two pods leave the ship

Where there were nine

The seven now divine

In the hour of rapture

We perished, alone

My fury is eternal

My soul an endless blaze

Nothing quenches my thirst

Every world I raze

I prey upon the weak

A parasite of the mind

Lost souls will be my swarm

Your loyalty I bind