The Hour is Nigh upon us,
That we hear the swan song
of Dying Gods,
evaporating as smoke
into the ether.
Three days of darkness
to bring the Light.
The dying breath
of Death ITself.
Borrow a face
from the Ancient Gallery
Walk on down the hall.
Show the world Thy Rapture!
Show the world Thy Glory!
Strike Hard and Fast!
Let flow Thy venom!
For IT will heal the World.
