The first born son
Begotten in the dawn of time
One that will swallow
All those who follow behind
Eternal adversary
Of decayed forms
Burning away the rot
Rust of the ages
Giving way to purity
Cleaner forms of eternity
Unfolding undying wisdom
Buried deep far beyond the sight
Filling the coffins
With dead-eyed prophets
Laying waste the nations
And dancing over the ruins
