The Omen of Ash

The gears of time grind slow to halt
The parchment bleeds, the ink is salt
We built our spires, we praised the steel
While cracks appeared upon the wheel
The statutes choked, the prophets lied
A serpent's nest in halls of pride
Now twilight crawls on broken glass
And spells the doom of every class

A whisper from the void... it tears the sky...
A crowning scar... the question "Why?"
We bartered souls for gilded chains
And now the sky begins to rain...
The rain of rust, the rain of bone
The final harvest we have sown...
The stage is set... the curtain falls...
A silent scream from hollowed halls...

THE DARK PROPHET RISES! (Rises!)
THROUGH THE VEIL OF CRACKED GLASS!
THE DARK PROPHET RISES! (Rises!)
TO WITNESS WHAT WE WERE!
THE DARK PROPHET RISES! (Rises!)
WITH THE SPIRAL OF THE PAST!
AND THE TRUTH... IS... A... BLUR!

We hailed the sun, we knelt to fire
We built machines of mad desire
The mirrors showed a twisted face
Ignoring shadows in the space
The omens scratched upon the door
A foretold fate we all ignore
The calendar of blood runs dry
As locusts blacken out the sky

A final gust... the candles bend...
The world to come... the world to end...
We laughed at those who bore the sign
Now drink the dregs of our design!
The scythe descends with measured dread
To reap the lying and the dead
The warning screamed in tongues of fire
Fulfilling our own dark empire...

THE DARK PROPHET RISES! (Rises!)
THROUGH THE VEIL OF CRACKED GLASS!
THE DARK PROPHET RISES! (Rises!)
TO WITNESS WHAT WE WERE!
THE DARK PROPHET RISES! (Rises!)
WITH THE SPIRAL OF THE PAST!
AND THE TRUTH... IS... A... BLUR!

Before the step... the fall of kings...
Before the wings... the silent stings...
The prophecies were carved in stone
But we embraced the flesh and bone
We saw the signs... we felt the dread...
We built our thrones atop the dead...

THE DARK PROPHET!
THE DARK PROPHET!
THE DARK PROPHET RISES!
"And the world... was never... the same..."