Stone pillars crumble at the feet of iconoclasts Accursed omen of the coming extinction Dust billows above, blotting out the last arcs of sunlight Shadows negate all windswept death descends. A thousand nights of plagued slumber to come That we may transcend all pain Into the darkest depth of unreality The great destruction lies in wait Visions have prophesized What shall stir from he burning rubble. The eons beyond sleep in darkness visible... Those who scorned the eyes of sacrosanct Afflicted with eternal tribulation and raging pestilence Feel death approaching Already devouring their very will As the fall before the sound of dying knell Oh, what great beast shall stir from the rubble? The eons beyond sleep in darkness visible...
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