A slight mist dampens the air, upon their ancient planes
Here we wait in utter silence, hear their deafening screams
I remember when your winds blew strong
Now there is no more than the stale stench of life, awaiting
I look up into the sky, as the sun begins to rot before me
Still is the air, deafening are the screams, awaiting
I felt something, once your sun had become nothing
I felt a stirring deep within myself that i have never felt before
I am no more than a sojourner upon your plane
This is not my level of existence, though i have ascended
I have risen to that which only gods can achieve
And i have used my knowledge to erase existence
Your winds, still, your sun, rotten
The skeleton casts a shadow over the earth
Engulfing the planet in cold, black flames
Obscuring the earth in a sea of ebony
I have witnessed the holocaust of man, i am your maker
I am all that has caused the suffering, and torment
Perched atop the earth, laughing in the face of gods
I have destroyed your ultimate success, and i have conquered your throne
This is not my level of existence, though i have ascended
I waited for too long to taste the bitter revenge burning inside
This burden which has weighed me down, is no more
Destroyed, with your humanity, your ultimate success
And i laugh, you have failed, and now you have fallen
Weep at my feet, although there is no mercy for the week
The world now obscured in ebony, your lord, broken and weeping
I have destroyed the light, and in solitude i await the arrival