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The flames that pierced the morning sky

with cleansing purity

Carving out our destiny

into obscurity

In winding scarlet streams

soaking the blackened earth

All civilisation yields

returned to ash and dirt

In crackling bolts of thunder

and blazing firestorms

All flesh is torn asunder

in howling gales of thorns

Splendor reduced to ashes

and crumbling palace walls

Swept up, as in a rapture

as mankind falls

Behold the light that the morningstar has thrown

All that remains are shadows etched in stone

This dawn will see a final sunrise

from whirling maelstroms born

Wielding it’s phantom flame

swallowing life with utter scorn

A permeating darkness rests

over the scorched remains

All existence ceased and perished

an eerie silence reigns

Witness the flames of the brightest sun reborn

All that remains is the dust of the forlorn

Behold the light that the morningstar has thrown

All that remains are shadows etched in stone