Having lost their world due to ignorance and abuse, an ancient alien race hopes to cultivate a species to continue their legacy. Thus man was birthed, created in their image. The Creators watched closely as their experiment flourished, hoping man would not repeat the mistakes of the past. Man, if proven worthy, was to inherit the universe.
Present day. The Observer records his findings.
Manufactured precisely; a species never seen before Placed with a purpose upon the Earth in order to observe Silently I've watched this destructive race tear itself apart Monumental lack of progression This viral strain must be contained You will see eventually that you are not meant to be You'll only have yourselves to blame once the sky comes crashing down This is not the world we know Monumental lack of progression This is not the world we know A viral strain that must be contained The architects of this planet have been watching their production, unimpressed with its growth Technology used not to advance but to destroy This planet once radiant now an empty vessel directionless This is not the world know I will look to the sky only to watch hell fall We'll leave you fractured This mortal society constantly steps out of line breaking every expectation we've ever had from the beginning The world is withered and worn by the life it supports The sky's about to open up bringing down a storm like you wouldn't believe even once you have seen. You were not meant to be Your race has run its course Your numbers will be void All life will be erased Survey complete Planetary decay is worse than anticipated Re-prioritise protocol accordingly We must intercept before it's too late Hell's awaiting my call to end it all Your demise will descend from the sky
The Creators, bound for Earth, decide the fate of mankind.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
