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In the creeping tide

of time's eternal breadth

An engineer of Godhead's

machinations wakens

To shine its light on us

The fiery embrace of its love

cleanse the earth and skies above

The end of an age

Swallowed in widening eye

twelve centuries wait

its time is nigh

The seeds of creation

in the palm of my hand

I empower the willing

watch them crumble on my command

The great fire will purge

an epoch in its wake

Fall, red star, fall

we welcome the son of suns

Son of suns to be

set the earthbound free

enlightenment we seek

rid us of our weak