Mysteries of the worm
In a cold, relentless region
A beast of disorder slumbers in solitude.
Waiting to claim the Earth
And blister the sky with fissures of fire.
Circles of fire on the floor.
Burn circles of fire in the sky.
Corpse-fat candles flicker.
The chaos of light and shadow.
Embodied on a background of black.
Ignored by the stain of apathy.
On a beaconless planet, darkness reigns.
Mysteries of the worm.
Mysteries of the worm.
Darkness, doubt, disorder.
Humanity hunted as though it were prey
But don't pray to a bitter God.
