---

that which has been

building to a crescendo

since time immemorial

hath been brought

forth to take form

and ravage the world once more

casting the shadow of the sword

across a once quiet world

broken by the sounds of war

born anew

from its reincarnated self

and the goading of desire

it takes shape

only to change

see the wretched writhing masses

attempt a circumvention

of natural law

that which governs

men and beasts

from the most loathsome

to the most lauded of creations

they shall as one

percieve the error

of their judgement

in realization

that comes only from death

for through its own designs

and force of will

does it transform the earth

erasing lines of men

and bringing about the fall

of empires

we harken to thy call

and kneel before thy throne

casting the shadow of the sword

across a once quiet world

broken by the sounds of war