One scorched, three burning...nWorlds given to hell and man is helpless amongst the cincers.nHow lightly tread we now...nnnToday is the tomorrow that was never to come.nScourge of six thousand years,nHeap thy flesh upon the scales.nThe misdeeds of your empire are epic and grave.nA sum the lives of blamed could never outweigh.nnThese are not ignorant islands unaware of their scars,nSustaining butchers for six thousand yearsnUnder duress of the hook and pull.nWith bones from and to the dust, sod retakes its claim.nTransience is lost,nAnd petty beasts will now learn how precious little they truly own.nnTo reap amends...nThe stench of tresses on hot coats.nHooves of flame trample man into the embers.nThe melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse.nnDare you cry for gods...nCry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres.nThese spheres make so your fate.nShed your tears for our thirsting lakes.nnnWe grow weary from the searing heat.nnnDisturb not this sleep.nDistort not this placid sea.nThis is the hour of extinction,nA respite in the sheddingnOf the weight of life-nLife ebbing away.nnnOne scorched, three burning...nnWorlds given to hell, and man is reduced to cinders.nHow lightly tread they now...nnnNever regenerate, we ashen sisters.nRestore and melt again.nThat ash in the lungs of arsonists is deathly,nThis is the uncreation of man.nnnMothers, how will we breathe...