the invoking of the execution of worlds
Singer:shadow of intent
we descend through the fucking burning skies to search for intel on the surface of this overtaken world for decrepit
as we touch the desolate grounds
the didact himself stands upon his pedestal and with his might he pulls me forth
awakening from cryosleep i vomit forth the medication
to oversee the devastation
i sensed something was wrong; the air was rotten with the stench of stagnant death
slashing and stabbing their way into our bodies
tearing out our vocal chords and replacing our minds
handed over to the mind that binds
proceeding to the vessel we had just arrived on
the possession; unable to be broken free
no time to figure out what is happening to me
lungs itching from the strain; extreme agony
attempting to destroy the internal captor i press the blade to my throat
failure in motion; paralyzed
their might cannot be triumphed
now we pay the price for letting them go it alone
my body marches to the throne
i sit surrounded by my crew
a mere manipular forced to fight
forced to face the horrors of our plight
inside my head.their voices
a speck of dirt on the tree of life
a subject of the deepest known blight
inside my head.their voices
this world has been stripped of all its delicacies and purged of all its life
their might cannot be triumphed
the invoking of the execution of worlds