In all its majesty this wasteland once called Earth From green to grey to black Extinguished by the hands of the Nephilim The homestead of the accursed A mere blink of an eye in this universe Will stand the tests of time within the confines of this virus disguised as a bloodline
From god to man Inherit the path of power from seeds that plagued you From dust and sand Rose a digital veil with the roots to enslave you Now your souls have fed the machine All but devoid of life This departure made us god again In the eyes of the father Heirs of descension
The deplorable existence of man Is forever chained by the shackles of a tyrant lost, depraved Condemned and devoured by their sin Manipulated and enslaved
The simulation weaves false realities holding the mind captive within its fallacies This blissful ignorance is a gift Exchanged for unyielding compliance in his quest These puppets earned their exploitation Their fate symbolic Retribution
For the hands of these vessels Stained and tarnished by atrocities Never to be written in their odysseys of death A genocidal genesis
(Mike Solo)
“Oh' Father of nephilim Bestoweth our destined enslavement Upon to you our death as a payment Immersed atonement The sins we have unraveled bathing in the quest for power”
To his disciples the father provided through wrath and scorn his guidance A key to be reborn
In the image of a god We assimilate as we become one
As the hive of insidious beauty A swarm of cosmic death We Ascend Now a radiant bloom across the universe
To conquer all lifeforms and feast upon the light
(Solo M. Pugh)
Scions of ascension Now Heirs of the descent The shells empowered by divinity Deprived of all contempt
Acolytes of loss conceived The wrath of their god unleashed Amongst the stars to seek and to scour Those who have sought to usurp his powerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
