Stretched a sickly thin unnerving whimpers be silenced Oak spirals weaving through a dimly lit moon Faces of man, eyes like daggers, soulless prosperity Flesh colored felt, caresses yet cuts, sacrificial property Caresses yet cuts, dismantling all hope Inviting winds of chaos sweep beneath the tree line All above bathe in the glow of the lunar display A figure silhouette amongst a backdrop of stars Celestial unlight merely enhances grotesque detail A discharging of hordes and hideous minions Crash down unto heathen plains of mans unbecoming The sounds of dismay are near deafening Faces of man, eyes like daggers, soulless prosperity Flesh colored felt, caresses yet cuts, sacrificial property Unspoken order attributed to the sky A fellowship dishonored disgusted and alone Beings setting fires to lands once adored Abide by these cretins purity shall mold All who were loved are mere memories now Lore of the past fogged by the present onslaught Dream deeper into the subconscious void Ascend the oaken spirals take shelter above.