I came here unaware of the screams of the effigy, to seek out the higher entity, so righteously traitorous.
The consequence macabre seals the essence; expiration before the monument crawling on hands and knees.
Expulsions through the flesh as all their bones tilt their axis, blood draining from the body, evaporation through pores.
Their king, a smoldering meat carcass devoid of purity.
The buffet of a thousand tears to be served about the land, the pillaging of masses splits this earth to its core.
The gaping hole is fed with bodies, hell cries out for more.
No better nor worse than the Master Builder.
Bound in stasis I would not be if not for his deceitful hegemony.
Sucked into captivity.
By the sentient tower of rotting corpses, I stand aware but paralyzed by fear.
The sentient tower of rotting corpses, insight to the way we die.
I awake in the burn, an unknown system completely overthrown.
Unable to cry for help, but mysteriously accompanied by allies in symmetrical forms.
We are alone.
Betrayed by the Master Builder, Ecumene's self-appointed leader.
Replaced by my own imprinted clone.
Yes, we are alone.
That bastard betrayer!
I shall exact my revenge and tell him of his wife and children.
Bloody knowledge gained in the Primordial captivity.
The galaxy will call to my imprint in a desperate plea.
He gathers sources and an army to follow behind the other me so every last Promethean soul shall be absorbed to the digital realm. Through the guidance and the light of the composer, I shall defeat the flood.
The effort is not enough.
Resistance against infection, but the effort is not enough.
Perhaps if the numbers were more in my favor?
Or will this prove to be another of my failures?
The answer lies in the enemy of my past.
My sentence calls for annihilation, but once had been prohibited.
No restraints, no leash, no ball and chain.
It's time to reclaim my place.
It's time to reclaim my name.
It's time to reclaim my place.
In the name of the mantle, I stand before you on my mighty pedestal to bring acceptance of your fate to your minds.
Encryption of your race shall be done in time.
Thus I have chosen to commit my armory to what it is for all intents and purposes.
The proverbial irresistible force.
All that I have now is yours to do with as you please.
Since my awakening from the Cryptum I've partially ignored the humans as a race, a monumental threat not only to us, but themselves.
His slaves crawl on all fours as he rings the dinner bell.
I feel the outward pull of my membranes as they push to shatter my cells.
The buffet of a thousand tears to be served about the land, the pillaging of masses splits this earth to its core.
The gaping hole is fed with bodies, hell cries out for more.
I am the Didact, leader of the Forerunner's Ecumene warriors, and this is my will.
Hell cries out for me.
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Second WTF was everything every goddamn member of this band does. This and the previous album have been on repeat for weeks. All other music tastes like diet water. Help. Gruso
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