Album: Finis Terræ (2011)Creation's Crowning GloryNow stare beyond the abyss
Deep into the future's eyes
No scaldic verse will ever
Foretell our lingering demise
The soil suspires resigning
While I solemnly despise
And the copy of a fake oak's
Seed is gonna rise
Throughout the urban canyons
I will send my sonic waves
I call from concrete towers to
All yet unborn slaves
My mind is like a climber
Overgrowing iron gorges
Nerve codes like lianas
Entwine around the forges
So don't you bother
To call me brother
I'm not of your kin
I save my own skin
Just stand in file
Sick and vile
In concrete cells
Where no life dwells
Again I whisper
In the ear of the blind
There's no loophole,
The myth must rewind
Each step is fated
This doom bound am I
The well is dried up
And the hostage will die
Through the ironwood a blight I waft
Necropolitans awake by my draft
Out of scorched earth a giant I craft
Into each crevice life I will graft
An organic form of life I draft
Out of scorched earth a god I craft
