Automatons of astral machinery Working in a silent dim The tremors with the loudness Of a thousand mountains From every chasm and digging through the gorge Comes shrieking the wrawl of the mount Orders from above are enlivening the grounds Awakening the beast from the fables Beyond the fainting frustration The lights of denial are fading aside The swivet replaces the lack of limpidity And the weep of the progeny sighs War from the summit of stars Surrending the forces obstructing the skylines Feathers of deluges A celestial wrath imbuing inside Rise from the breathers From the crawlers Straining all morsels of subsisting cores Conveying the whispers of a dismal close Rise from achondrites From the bawlder Draining all parcels of subsisting ache Bringing death and distress in it's wake Howling winds lead it to the northern gates Seal the cycle's flaw for ever more Devastation through abhorrent misshapen From the shallows of slough they march To encounter and trample The unholy forsaken and sinful forby