Sonorous the death knell rings, a proclamation of my failure. My cursed blood doth run out, run into cracks in the desert sands. What awaits me after this life, will I bear this guilt eternal? I tried to shield her from this, fate did not see it so. I tried to shield her with him, his failure stains my soul. I see it was in my error, A simple trust misplaced. What can assuage this loss, for which I cannot atone? I now await the judgement, the death he will receive. But who can deliver me mine, death, a judgement so fitting? More blood must be spilled to wash away this stain on my name. And who can bear this crown, bloodsoaked and forsaken? An end to end all ends, a beginning, shattered and broken. My deliverance is unforthcoming My noble attempts in bloody vain I shake the earth with my impotent rage and could only watch, I couldn't save her A cascade of fetid blood will flow from his liar's mouth His failure I cannot forgive will putrefy his name Cast down the fantasy Awaken to new dawn

I remember her face, hard eyes glaring from swollen sockets. I remember when she took my hand and led me out of the darkness. Come death Come Hell Come Lucifer Guide my hand Come death Come Hell Bring your glory light I remember her face, blood-shot eyes glaring at a cracked holo-screen I remember when she took my hand and told me of a prophecy that would bring Armageddon She told me... Seven withered petals adorn my vanity, a bare stalk leans forlorn in empty glass. Dusty shelves speak of placidity which passed me by in my absent wake of the dead. A holo-image flickers to life as I pace. All smiles and blue skies, I guess I'll see her again soon. I can't forget what she told me, I wouldn't even if I could. The pieces fit but the image doesn't make any sense, I had my mission I had my loyalty A simple extraction of one dear to me, but on my arrival I came to understand circumstances beyond control: the cult eating from her hand Time and again we have been tested could this be our final failure? Dredged up from Abaddon her face alien to me I watched as they took her life I killed and forfeit mine This bitter dawn welcomes a doomed world You want her back? Well fucking take her How could I comprehend the cosmic perspective we possess? Labyrinthine prophecy spells the fate of our kind pawns in their places benighted by their pride I see it all now the death of our world Without her my world is already dead Nothing now will change what is done, what is over, what will become. In death I'll see her again soon...

A pedestal stands amid marble icons. Black-veiled statuettes, posed and poised, play their roles. Emotionless, they glide as if possessed. A wind stirs as clouds roll from the West; a distant thunder calls the spectres to attention. Paying respects, they quickly depart, this scene left empty save the stalwart stone. The casket attended by mechanical hands is lowered into the earth to be reconstituted once more. A tired cycle of life, death, and rebirth is severed. Six feet obscure the key, Six years will set it free. Six days will see him dead, the furies' lust eternal fed. Cast down the grave, as you have one thousand years before. These threads of fate once intertwined, become unraveled one at time. As each piece of Armageddon falls, the world of man comes down. Engraved in time, this path was yours to command. This life, this dream of life could not bring salvation, but unlock the door. Shut forever more, black clouds blot out the sun. Beneath an ocean of time, what struggles could scratch the surface? What will be saved when all is lost, what can be remembered when no one remembers? The will of the juggernaut, its vile gravity pulls you in. The meaninglessness of this strife is buried under proto-star's wings.

Shattered images populate a lucid dreamscape: A young soldier holding his life in his hands, a dying girl, beautiful and broken, a carbon copy crumbling in the unforgiving desert winds. This fading vision, sterile and brittle, becomes me. This broken life, bleeding through his cracked hands, She is me. The painted sky shone in fluorescents; a dream, upon waking lifting the stain it obscured. A thousand miles away, a thousand years gone, countless lives balance on the edge of my consciousness. What I know, what lies shrouded will illumine shadows so emblackened, the taint will spill forth like a tidal wave. The soldier remembers me, let's see if he'll remember what I do. Infinite lifetimes, flowing into each other, I'm filled to satiation, I'm overflowing will, it hurts, I can't contain everything, it hurts, I need him to bear this burden with me. It hurts. The ancient sect made promises I'm afraid even they cannot keep My knowledge, their wisdom, We are its last threat The blade to sever the thread holding Damocles at bay one misstep and it all comes down I feel time slipping away the soldier will protect me but what will protect him when the hammer falls? Come forth from the abyss King from the sunken wool I beckon thee, upon my crown lay your blessing, thy be known in this world evermore I seek knowledge only you can give answer me now, or twist in nethers I hold the fetters that bind you here Lucifer, be my guide, help me end this pain, Come Hell. And they will know the name of The King Within his flesh and blood their judgement is sown Oh Lord on this most unholy day we offer to you a sacrifice body, mind and soul will build the bridge and they will know the name of The King Awash with sin, the herd runs rampant. Time crawls to an end, the end. Memories weigh like lead, the poor soldier bears them stiffly. He will act as an animal, caged and fearful. I will die. Should he live, should his mind reach out and embrace the truth he knows so bitterly, he will join me soon. Two little lives, lost in the shuffle. A blast rings out gunfire drowns the screams they awake the demon that bears the headsman's axe they cannot know the royal blood they spill his will becomes them feral dogs in search of blood I can't stop now I'm so close I need more time I can't die like this I'll break the prophecy I'll rape the progeny I'll smite the non-believers I'll wake the beast they think they know I'll live on within it I'll show them what I am I'll sleep until fruition comes I'll wait to rend their fucking flesh With my last breath is my only wish: that man may find another way, for with my death there is no escape anymore.