Shadow Of Intent The Prelude To Bereavement Lyrics
The Prelude To Bereavement by Shadow Of Intent
It came from the Magellanic cloud
Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms, not death but something more
He swept us right off of our feet and caressed our worlds with crimson flame
Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms, not death but something more
When the sun withers and dies and the darkness takes whole
When the reign of the wicked has overcome the toll
The brainless ones and the souls of the righteous will burn our holy fucking Ecumene to the ground
Eviscerate the beast where he stands and sever each limb with precision
Each system and its sentience will be ingested to construct new worlds for his deadened empire
We can keep this secret from you no more
The time has come for us to defend our stars, our branch of the Orion Arm, and all other life that exists among us
Rise, my Prometheans!
It is time for us to wage war!
Let us shatter their bones and let the skies rain coarse with their blood
Relish in the miasma, their rotting stench, and let the remnants of their singed bodies lie devoured by fire
For if we face defeat, this will just be the prelude of our bereavement
Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms, not death but something more
He swept us right off of our feet and caressed our worlds with crimson flame
Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms, not death but something more
When the sun withers and dies and the darkness takes whole
When the reign of the wicked has overcome the toll
The brainless ones and the souls of the righteous will burn our holy fucking Ecumene to the ground
Eviscerate the beast where he stands and sever each limb with precision
Each system and its sentience will be ingested to construct new worlds for his deadened empire
We can keep this secret from you no more
The time has come for us to defend our stars, our branch of the Orion Arm, and all other life that exists among us
Rise, my Prometheans!
It is time for us to wage war!
Let us shatter their bones and let the skies rain coarse with their blood
Relish in the miasma, their rotting stench, and let the remnants of their singed bodies lie devoured by fire
For if we face defeat, this will just be the prelude of our bereavement