Accursed Premonition

Stone pillars crumble at the feet of iconoclasts

Accursed omen of the coming extinction

Dust billows above, blotting out the last arcs of

sunlight

Shadows negate all; windswept death descends

A thousand nights of plagued slumber to come

That we may transcend all pain into the darkest depths of

unreality

The great destruction lies in wait; visions have

prophesized

What shall stir from the burning rubble

The eons beyond sleep in darkness visible...

Those who scored the eyes of the sacrosanct

Afflicted with eternal tribulation and raging pestilence

Feel death approaching-already devouring their very will

As the fall before the sound of the dying knell

Oh, what great beast shall stir from the rubble?

The eons beyond sleep in darkness visible...