Tekst:
Sorrowseed The Extinction Prophecies

bones clean and leave the lands in desolation. [Part II: The Prophecy Unveiled] We bring the oppression of ash and steel Sandstorms and pestilence revealed; The path of sorrows

It is a merciful blight to bring about their end For even vermin would not envy the world they have designed A Golden Age where men have become as herd

The fires of the civilized world?sparkle in the evening shade The comforts warm the creatures She made? Leeches form the webs?that provide their peace

Once I was a mortal man Now I traverse the realms beyond The material plane is but a crossroads The epicenter of a temporal abyss. Anchored by the webs

Darkness descends from the firmament Shredding winds sever the lifelines Unbound in torment ? these victims of sentience They mourn the scattered fragments

mass consumption The perfect race? We are the ones to whom you have pledged yourselves Devotion to satiate an Eldritch Hunger! Prophecies foretell of

Millenia of systematic slaughter Bodies populating the outer crust of the scorched earth Cremation crusades sprayed ashes unto the water Tormented soldiers