Siphoner - Spectral

Distracted by spectacle
The angels lead the masses
There is blood
in the sand-caked arenas
as the puppeteers observe

The carnival treads onward
Following the spectacle
As the bread falls from the wagons
Puppet-master shook their strings

Dancing through the night and day
Through war and peace
The angels cast their guise
Feeding

The masters laugh
The circuses is complete

The distractions lead to a goal
The puppet-masters demand
Control over their lives
A tyranny most complete
The mass, complicit, obey
Distracted by spectacle
A self-perpetuation
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Below the depths
creatures stir
To spread the seas
Conquer the lands
The abyss encroaches
On humanity’s home
Swallowed by the tides
The depths emerge

Water erodes what humanity left
Taken over by the depths
Skeletons overcome with brine

Populations swallowed in massive teeth
The invasion of land begins
In grotesque devotion

Let our Father Sea
Scour the world of land

Awaken, oh dark creatures
From your depths come
Take back your old land
Plunge the filth into the sea
Cleanse us with brine and salt

Let our Father Sea
consume us
Scour the world of land

From the abyss they come
Blind, weeping, mutilated
Gods cry for blood
Feed on what they can
Perverse devotion from the depths
As monuments arise
From brine riddled bones
Offerings to the gods of old

An inhuman keening
Heard over the waves
The ocean, the sea
The cruelest god of all
Reaching down in hunger
Feasting on their blood
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A plague stalks the wasteland
The cities overrun with rats
Feasting on putrid bones
The last survivors, overrun
Finding a cure

A towering bony figure
Leans over a village
And breathes a pestilent breath
Leaving the blackened earth

Pocked mark skin
Necrotic, stinking, flesh
Bloodshot eyes
Coughing blackened blood

Survivors feast on the rats
And the littered victims
The plague, dominant, grins
And reaches a skeletal hand

Searching for more victims
Untold devastation
Trails behind
It walks into the night
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Over forgotten graves and tombs
The specters flow as rivers
Across moonless skies
They howl their sorrows
Mingled with spite for the living
They pass through gnarled oak
And decrepit mansions
Inhabited by rotting decedents

Spectral forces ride into the night
The living flee their wake
As they sound their hunting call
No animal or man is spared

An Unhallowed feast
Spectral shades tear their minds

The specters kneel to their tyrant in an overgrown throne
It raises a hand and points to a soul
as it pleads as it’s dragged
The tyrant opens its lipless maw and tears it asunder
The spectral minions cry out in joy and feast upon its remains Открыть страницу с текстом

Third eye wrought and wracked with visions
Gore and madness soaks the earth
Skinless demons drink their fill
Floods of truth from horrid sights

Shifting landscapes, writhing stones
Gaping maws swallowing gods
Crawling chaos, shattering cries
Tearing skies in mocking laughs
No escaping no respite
Exposed to apocalyptic truths

Is there a purpose to invite madness?
To see what’s beyond our frail senses?
Shall we go beyond our mortal limits?
To find a truth beyond our understanding? Открыть страницу с текстом

To see
All timelines converging
Unending paradox
Impossibility made true

The sundial shatters
The hourglass’s sands
Flood the universe
Choking on the coarseness
We all drown

Chronos, in madness
Pulls at the threads
Tearing the fabric asunder
Flailing chords
As the mad king laughs

As the watches
Turn backwards
We see ourselves devolving
Back to whence we came

As linearity is shed
One looks into the infinite void

Time becomes unwound
Mankind slips through space
Chronos once lived, disappears
The unfathomable remains Открыть страницу с текстом