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Thrust from the backbone of the earth

Monolithic mighty black peak of rock and iron

A chasm below

An open maw to unravel the hunger of gods

Fall down to a vile place within the bowels of the earth

Endlessly cold

Endlessly dark

An audience of desolation for a wrath that is old and hard

As the continent from which it is belched forth

Fowl winds will carry the warning

Silent tidings for all souls to hear

For they know the cruelty of the reckoning that nears

Their wits have dulled and tired

Their hearts corroded and expired

They will be greeted by the call of the depths

A slumber older than time

Now Awakened by unchecked and unchallenged greed

Destiny now revoked by the hand that stretches beyond their belief



Tectonic and cognitive convulsions intertwine

Wills stripped like hide from flesh

From earth

From bone

From stone

The land sings a song of cataclysm

To celebrate the purge

of those who tread her surface

Those who dwell beneath the shadow of the monolith

The shadow of malice

Shall know the fate of profound punishment

Driven by a hatred pure and refined

The call of the depths

A slumber older than time

Now Awakened by unchecked and unchallenged greed

Destiny now revoked by the hand that stretches beyond their belief

The crushing weight of their future’s putrid corpses

Bears down upon those who’ve been spared

Who’ve been spared (Who’ve been spared)

Their minds branded forever

Each mind branded with horrific memories

Haunted by an inevitable demise