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Years wandering the now ragged scrum, Never knew what they would become

Sleep by day and hide from the sun, Once seekers now prey on the run

The arid plain they’ve traveled so long, Something looming in the east at dawn

Pressing forward through the day, headstrong, Towering in the distance multifarious prongs

Stone seracs, sentinels on the barren plain, Land of ghosts, only limestone towers remain

A sojourn on a pilgrimage to attain, power storied, known only to the slain

Lightning tears a blaze in the northern sky, Towers explode, boulders fall and dive

Seekers cower, there’s nowhere to hide, Numbers diminished, crushed brothers die

Invade, Migrate, Occupy, Permeate

The blood meridian brings the beginning and the end

Roles will reverse, times a hole, ouroboros our old friend

Degraded from the onslaught

The pilgrims have no fight

Surrendering their living shells

They’re filled with demon light

Stone conduits eating electric light, Energy illuminates every obelisk in sight

Beams shine upward to the tenebrous night, Wraiths signaled, drawn to the unholy site

Mortals surrounded, sea of specters, Fighting for scant human husks, receptors

Defenseless men lacking shield or protector, An exchange of souls flowing like stygian nectar

Invade, Migrate, Occupy, Permeate

The blood meridian brings the beginning and the end

Roles will reverse, times a hole, ouroboros our old friend

Wraiths lay waste, On the barren plain

Where strangely luminous, Monoliths remain

Degraded from the onslaught, The pilgrims have no fight

Surrendering their living shells, They’re filled with demon light

Withdraw, Migrate, Depart, Evacuate

Invade, Migrate, Occupy, Annihilate