Chaos at the strike of his heel
Behold the great God of the Sea
Commander of tempests and master of elements
Pacing the floor of the Galleon trenches awaiting Alcyoneus
And as the rainfall trembled on frosted leaves
In accordance with premonition, he was beckoned, and confronted by a bastard of soil
A mass of filth, rock, and rotting bone
Protruded from the earth, and called out violently

"Show yourself, Poseidon! Come forth from your hole and bear witness to true divinity!"

"The thralldom of this terrestrial shell is my own, Great Pretender.
Seek vindication, and find demise.
Alas, can you stop the charge of a mountain?
Will you taunt the Ocean, and live to speak its tale of majesty?
All the children of Gaia at my command will cry 'Earthshaker, Earthshaker'!
The quake of my footsteps will stagger the ground."

With fists rivaling the burden of Atlas
The giant took hold of Poseidon
But with a bellow composed of a million storms
He cast open a maelstrom and plunged with his victim, collapsing the sea

Words spew from the beast
And a nova of fire explodes from the earth, engulfing the colliseum
Poseidon wailed in pain as he blistered and boiled but with one final lunge
He pierced the heart of nether now undone
He ripped his spear from the fallen titan
"Great pretender! You sought revenge, and found demise

Alas, could you stop the charge of a mountain?
Did you taunt the Ocean, and live to speak its tale of majesty?
All your children at the mercy of my trident at last will cry 'Earthshaker, Earthshaker'!
I summon a kraken to shatter the sky...

Arise, nightmare of the sea, for in the wake of the Gigantomachy
We will seize the throne of Olympus and subjugate the very essence of the vale!"

As the rain falls from the clouds, the council's provoked by the harbringer of treachery
The spawn of Cronos defect to the plight of the Hydromancer
And perched upon his monstrous steed, the canyons of ice marked his path
To sanctify the cosmic order and forge the Helodric falls

The cosmic order is dead. Olympus... is dead.
Save for the littering of rain that puddled around them,
The vale that was bereft of movement. The vale was bereft of life.
Girded with an army of titans, Poseidon sought to forge the Great falls of Holodra
Upon the ashes of his fallen brethren.
His kingdom would forever spill from the sky in mockery of the gods that drowned at his feet.

Beautiful moonlit skies are torn asunder, and the king is pulled from sleep.
As the rain wildly stabs the earth, his servants storm the room
His eyes widen as he's revealed the truth.
Grave divinity subsides and he is struck with fear

"Mi'lord, the gods have turned against you!
Oedipus has gone mad! Laius... he comes for the throne."
"He dares to declare war on his own? ...After all that I've done... Oh, God, he wouldn't..."

"What is this I see? Your eyes look upon me in disbelief.
I will but honor you, father, by bathing in your blood...
I've waisted ages for this day. You're but a stain upon my blade
A wasted breath, not fit to be a sire

Tsk, tsk... you take far too long to die
I've waited and waited... and finally I'm putting an end to this."
He jumped at the chance to seize his heirloom: The Kingdoom of Thebes
Blessed by the passage of his lineage
"You cower in the shadow as you cling to your life evermore;
Now I will rip out your heart

Mother!

I loved you
I am down on my knees... I beg you just take me away from this place!
It's all your fault.
I am begging you please! Just take me instead, take me in her place"

Beautiful moonlit skies are torn asunder, and the king is forced to weep.
As the knife wildly stabs his face, he ponders certain doom
His eyes were flooded as he fell to the floor
He writhed in agony... without her solace, he can not survive

"Oh, why have you taken my wife?"

"Finally, I see... my eyes are drowned in disbelief.
I did but honor you, father, by bathing in your blood...
I have given everything... and its over now. You were a stain upon my blade...
Oh how I'd forgotten... the power I'd have... control of a shattered dominion!"
But disgraced by his heritage... no longer with reason to live...
"I will end this now."

The dagger paints a portrait of respite 'cross his throat
A waterfall of red
The only way to halt his suffering

"At last... I've won my friend... you fell for it... you fell..."

The birthing of a paradox through Corinna's womb
A gravemind breath given form
The affliction strangling all mirth
Nails bent and worn
Clawing all the marrow... carving out sanguine dreams
Godless insurrection
Connect the fall with the rise of his catalyst
Pulsing through his fingertips like specious blood

To summon a body; to open a portal to Solus
Ressurect the pious just to tear them down again

Tracing along the veins
These lamentations of Gaia

Now the visions are clear

Murder to dissect

Gaze upon your idoled creations
Glorify your eyes with the silhouette of a grandiose masquerade
They are placed upon the wall
Alongside all the other imbeciles
Living like hermits in isolation serving their myths like a God
Becoming slaves to a 12 month revelation
Lie against the use of nature... lie

Tracing along the veins
These lamentations of Gaia

And now the visions are clear

Murder to dissect

Gone take away what's left
Decompose of useless matter
Emptiness - An exoskeleton void of substance
A surrogate of mendacity
The mouth of Death is deep
Pray to be swallowed whole

Tracing along the veins
"My sweet Corinna!"

Curiosity consumes the masses, and the Mad King Augustus proselytizes
Those who dare cross his name
Save the primitive touch of innocence
I will not falter in this
For I remain untouched by these earthly desires
The makers will retaliate both in life and undeath
Deliverance from the conscious
Banished to the black sea, detached from all of his society
"You'll plea for death, death by virtuous hands."

They have risen from the ashes of the throne
The tome of the Necrogod
Consencrating a symposium befouled
Left in the hands of the fallen
"You'll pay for this, betrayer! I grow tired of all of your blatant displays of blasphemy.
I have given myself. I belong to the damned.
Exiled for eternity."
Exile

Concieved in the threshold of transformation
Ethereal algorithms eclipsed in prophecy

They have risen from the ashes of the throne
The tome of the Necrogod
Consecrating a symposium befouled
Left in the hands of the fallen

"You'll pay for this, betrayer! I grow tired of all of your blatant displays of blasphemy.
I have given myself. I belong to the damned.
Exiled for eternity.

Let it be written in this passage of lore
For all of these wretched children, all these wretched whores
A maniacal wasteland lay before him
To ignore disease is to be consumed.
To be naive is to entice war."

It begins.

Slowly I crept in - Their black tongues flickering betwixt their blistered skin
A most unbiblical chord... all by the grace of the serpent-lord.

"I stand upon the husks of dead heroes to unearth the tome of the Necrogod
And now the visions are vlear! We murder to dissect."

Harsh lands lies before him as he struggles to keep his wit
Malicious thoughts infecting-crippling the morale of his spirit
Shattered visions of the fallen begin to transpire
An awful nostalgia consumes him
A crooked smile forms... exalting the dead

So began a fall of a mastermind

Realizing as his mind falls to pieces
They are but catalysts - parts of a puzzle to a different plan
As the image surfaced, his virtue descends
Living amongst those barbarians, though a fierce complication
Their tact was that of a wounded creature and they were overrun

"I remain in exile
My bones grows weak like the sun
Descending into the trees to end this daily affliction
As winter shows its pallid face and the earth veiled with marbled frost
Forsaken - This gradual madness consumes my mind
Perdition in Tomis

Undead armies of Tomis
Commanded only by the presence of my absense
Brought to life by the death of myself
Risen to ease this torment
Sacrilege; The second chance to formulate a reason
The relapse crusifixion forthwith to go into effect
Casting him away; instead insuring their demise.

I remain in exile
My bones grow weak like the sun
Descending into the trees to end this daily affliction
As winter shows its pallid face and the earth veiled with marbled frost
Forsaken - This gradual madness consumes my mind
Perdition in Tomis

Each day passing now I beg for some remorse
Desperately grasping at what I feel to be my last bit of life
But unlike the circle of the attic
I feel as though there is no recourse
I've withered to nothing."

"Save me from drowning, and death will be a blessing."
Hope for his designed tomb
"Rescue my weary spirit from annihilation
If one already lost may be un-lost"

Darkness slowly diseased the skies
A threshold unveiled to the fields of Elysium
The storm set in - a wall of wind tamed by Charon to open the path
To the blackened gates of damnation
The Sordid God - the keeper of souls

With silver coins placed eye on eye
They marched on a field of coals
Upon Lord King Minos the fallen
Now calling for the next
He slurred his words as the drool fell from his jaw
"Nothing saves the guilty from these crimes unjust"
Condemned to a prison of pain or enlightment

Nigh, a wretched ship upon a cursed river
This Eternal Suffering
They tear the skin from the flesh of the damned
And thus, sent from afar the rotting corpses gather
Psyches from the corpses flow
With Charon's fare misplaced
The dead roam the banks of Acheron

Cries of terror echo on
Through the depths of the forest in the heart of the wake
Embers drip from ebon blades - bound fire amongst the thralls
"Here is your betrayer. Destined to feast on the blood of his own
He must breathe death and accept the trials of his consequence."

Nigh, a wretched ship upon a cursed river
This Eternal Suffering
They tear the skin from the flesh of the damned
And thus, sent from afar the rotting corpses gather
Psyches from the corpses flow
With Charon's fare misplaced
The dead roam the banks of Acheron

Now assigned to their lines of judgement
They await the unsees - The god of Erebus
As a fortress of bone rose from the ground
In succession they were gifted forlorn providence

And like a stygian ghost, their flesh became brimstone
As they decended deep into the netherworld

Upon the shores of the Aegean sea
A wilted King is brought to madness
And with great delerium
He vows to reveal an enigma begot by the gods

(Lycaon)-"You are defying an oath!
I will see you brought down from your place in this world.
You will fall from the throne.
I am God. I will not be forgotten."

Nigh, in the darkness of night, a sudden noise awakens Nyctimus from his slumber
In terror, he watches the blade as it parts him again and again
Devoured by doctrine, he's murdered his son and his name is forever bemired
So it is done... his lips slowly pursed in a fatuous smile
His plan was unbroken; perfection; unthinkable

(Lycaon)-"What have I done? Deserting my beloved son... A vital accord."

Approaching his haven enveloped in blood... he places the offering before him
The Cloud Gatherer turned in disgust
The Omen of Lycaon

(Zeus)-"What say you now? You stand before the judgement of all that is boundless.
Admit transgression amidst imperial eyes!
You thought it absolute; your design to rid of us all...
There is no place for you, cursed Arcadian.

Lycaon threatens to beset my honor. In turn, I've slaughtered his 50 sons...
And as a fetid remnant of society, he's gifted with promise of suffering."

(Lycaon)-"You will be proved as a mortal. Can't you see that I am forever entwined?"
(Zeus)-"Plead benevolence! For the one who is damned is he who commits heresy!"
(Lycaon)-"I am Lycaon, king of Arcadia, and you are my martyr."
(Zeus)-"Blasphemous conspirator! You are lost in the circle of genoside."

(Zeus)-"What say you now? You stand before the judgement of all that is boundless.
Admit transgression amidst imperial eyes!
You thought it absolute; your design to rid of us all...
There is no place for you, wretched Arcadian scum."

As he turned in contempt... his limbs altered suddenly
His skin anon crawled into form
His bones melt like glass in this nocturnal forge
"You will embody the truth for eternity."

[Instrumental]

"Interrogate the masses! Ignore all these starlit prophecies.
They're trapped upon the earth that crumbles before their eyes.
Disciple of slander! Beholder of throes!"

Excommunicated by the Unseen one
A hierarchy of malevolence birthed by the natural code of man
"You fall short of what is needed, and must pay severence to insure penance.
For I am the defiled god"

The skies will separate, the vale will lapse in transmutation
Mind-built, a labyrinth of never-ending choices
They beg to be led to their grave
Forced to feed on the falsehood of blasphemous voices
Disciples, no matter the choicen path, they still have gone astray

And as the horrors beyond all creation appeared in droves,
Pan, the deamon of Shepherds and Flocks, let loose a cry of battle in ire
They will grieve to end this torture
Led blindly through fields of desire to die
Wretched servants of Belial
Created and governed by the gods who renounce all control
Follow the footsteps of the man who leaves no tracks
Trust in the ways of the man who has no direction
Go

The skies will separate, the tides will turn in retribution
The oceans permeating, they inundate entire kingdoms
Relinquish the scourge of man

Mind-built, a labyrinth of never-ending choices
They beg to be led to their grave
Forced to feed on the falsehood of blasphemous voices
Disciples, no matter the choicen path, they still have gone astray

Gone, falling faster with every step
We are lost, we are failures
Sinking further with every breath
A tower of faltering faith
Gone, falling faster with every step
We are lost, we are failures
Sinking further with every breath
A tower of faltering faith

"Kneel before the one who wields eternity, or fall to the remnants of a broken empire.
Give up your lives... and set aside all your doubts."

He pressed forth, but on the third dawn of winter, desire ravaged as he searched for his love.
Four sleepless moons had passed... all reminiscent to the night they met...
When she bore into his soul. Prometheus, the torchbearer of suffering
Hath traveled to the edges of earth,
To face the God of the wild
For he was guilty of treason, and kidnapped a woman of heir!
Oh how he longed for the touch and the kiss of his angel

(Prometheus)-"I have had enough. Pan non effugiat diem hanc!
Where are you?! This bastard eludes me again...
You cannot simply disappear this time. This is the end."

And as he turned, the light left the corridor. The air grew quiet, the torches extinguished
And blackness engulfed the cave. Delusions of grandeur consumed him as he closed his eyes...
Chanting incantations to the artifice of the forsaken throne.

(Pan)-"Stupid whore... we are destined to rule, but you're a waste of my time
I will not fall prey to the earth, or the makers who wield it. Open this box!"
The reckoning. The summoning. The Purge.
(Pan)-"Obey me! I've asked you this question again and again...
I have no time for this, my dear... this is the end.
One by one, I'll slaughter them... I will take my own life if I have to...
Anesidora, the essence of death is entwined to our melody"
(Prometheus)-"Enough. I've come to take her away... unhand her, and give her to me!"
(Pan)-"You are meddling in affairs far beyond your control, Prometheus... now go away, go away!"

Then, engulfed in fire, he advanced on his enemy. Cowering in fear, Pan was cornered...
Suddenly, he grinned, shrieking "I think I'll keep her" as he pressed his dagger across her throat!

(Anesidora)-"Release me ophidian... alas, I am the key to the terraphage..."
(Pan)-"The harlot is finally speaking... pity you're just a bit late."

The ground began to shake. The structures surrounding fell to ruin

(Pan)-"You are treading on the grand design..."
(Prometheus)-"She's innocent, just kill me in her stead!"

The girl began to shake as she witnessed the terror unfold before her.
And with a wicked smile on his face, he smeared the blood of her lover off on her cloak.

Wrought, she collapsed to the floor as she cried out to the heavens - begging and pleading
(Anesidora)-"There has to be another means to this!
You and I were meant to be as one... we were meant to be forevermore..."

Crimson filled the skies, as the storm began to circulate the cavern.
Drowning in avarice, he grabbed her by the arm. Their bodies thin to shadow,
As they descend upon the artificiant throne.

They watched on, as he rose, the God of the shepherds and flocks
His plan coherent with his laughter
Driven by madness he starts his approach
And his obsession will embody his own fated mind
Excaping the hold of the enemy... and he's gaining his ground
As the legions of the mire begin their descent

"I've had enough. All of your lies and deception will falter,
It's not your place to alter the course of it all...
I have gone so far to bestow this,
Your threats are worthless, and you'll never take me alive...

I have survived, and I've waited so long just to share with my love all thiese melodies
Enticed by the sweet wretched sounds of belial
I have awaited this night, my Stygian Bride...
Playing the part in this undying love
It is done. You are mine forevermore..."

As she crawls on her knees, miasma slowly lavishing, as her cries become whispers
Her whispers a soothing lullaby to his ears
Clawing and clawing, she'll never find a way
Gasping, as panic fills her lovely face

"Begone, oh the horror of it all
Can't you see she is dying?
I am omniety, no more will I take all these orders from you like a slave
For ages you will hear of these Caves... I will find the answer
But you've given up on us both

All of your lies and deception will falter,
It's not your place to alter the course of it all...
I have tried so hard to forget this,
You will regret this, and you'll never take me alive..."

Rising from the throne, he slowly staggered to the darkness of the Caves
Weakening and maddening, he reached for his blade
"You will beg for my recognition as a disciple amongst the plague"

A figure stood before him, as he raised his bloodied hands to his eyes.
"Panikon deima ero vestri terminus"