Blank Tombstones

BURST
The flames emanate down the trident nation
The silver knives slide through the skyside and arrive at the silent raging patrons of the Iwir
Jeers and thrills of those living in The Quarter could be heard from across the border
They produced melodies that had lasted for centuries
But
The heads over at Sector
Never knew how to get down instead found technologies
And studied astronomy they pushed probabilities to the brink of what was known
But the shrinks down at The Capital
Would keep em in line
Making it sure
Things were running fine
Violence wasn't applied
To solve any crime
Oh what a life
Oh what a beautiful life

As the Iwir gazed over onyx skies
They couldn't find any signs that life had passed their eyes
They were alone floating an island in the sea
Left to wander forever in dark eternity

The citizens never experienced any form of culture besides their own
A bunch of Ethnocentrics blessed with the gift of blissful ignorance
They weren't corrupted in any form but they hold strong to the hope
That they aren't alone
As time passed on
The technologies grew steadily
They formed babies in metal machines
And chose memories personalities so in maturity they could be
Just another one of the people
Just another one of the peaceful people

But one day sector detected an anomaly
They couldn't find the quasar located in sector B
All that energy came running at em high velocity
They wondered what could it be that caused the anomaly

Screams tore across the silent sky then divided by
The black bolt of metal fire bellowed
In the wake of the dark shape
Charged The Quarter eyes of slaughter
Defied the order by which peace was kept
Seized the breath of feeble people
Dark dreadnought crashed in the middle
The blow back shock wave thrashed half of the villas
The evil villains
Left the wreck stood unchecked
Ten feet twenty one piece emaciated thieves
Scarlet beings hit em disintegrate em but they leave em
With the brain stem so pain remains
Veins frayed from the center
Oh the senders of terror the red maw
Of the dread gods consumed all
Death songs were now the ballad
Madness ravaged masses with no pause
The mangled battered beaten bodies fed the gods
And so the horror was the name of their cause

Twenty percent died from the attack
Another five percent on the run back
To The Sector and Capital
They threw up a magnetic manifold to repel the horde
It was once a weather reflector
But now became their only protector
Gave the survivors time to process their minds
Anger
Rage
Fear
War
All these pains never felt before in the virgin minds of the Iwir kind
A new idea came to light to retaliate for the sake of their lives

So leaders from each of the great cities
Discussed how they'd take down the evil deities
They were pondering and wondering how to take em out
But the heads over at sector came up with a plan somehow

Thousands of solar cycles beyond the birth of the original sin
The death kin load in to begin the final ritual
Travel to the homeworld of those who burned their souls long ago
As they pass The Remnants The Black Pits and The Wreckage
The memory of a memory tugs on their mind
But they can't find the source
Just focus on the mission at hand
Understand
Machines only breed those whose blood lust was enough to survive the hunt
Of those who came before
Seven were taken from each lost provenance (Providence)
Loaded into a ship which punched a hole through existence
To fulfill their vengeance

And off they had went
With the skills that they learned
From those who came before
Right past the gate
The energy burned
Straight through their armor core
They shot out through space
To finally face
The home world of the horde
The first thing they saw
When they broke on
Three silver towers in sun showers