The Solitary Path to Armageddon

Walking across the aisle of fire and brimstone
You can never cross the path of this melting dominion
Before me lies scenery of doomsday complete
You are the one who has contorted the alpha creator's dream
I am the severed part of the civilization
The downfall of viable lives as it goes in constant extermination
I will cross the burning bridge into the horizon
There is no sky left for you to hover above the earth

The whirlwind swells up from the seas and it devours the walking herd
I stand up on my feeble feet to see the mountains crashing into mere dust
Fall of a parasite system, we are the imbalance of a creation malformed
This is my walk, my journey to the end, my solitary path to Armageddon

Now I am the only one alive to see all set in flames
The great genocide is upon your pale colored hands
I shall write the epitaph of a mass grave covering this universe
For the farewell has been granted in solar winter and acid rain

Morphing shapes of celestial waste enter the stratosphere
Sprites and minions emerging from the dark underworld
From Hades - the abode of undead - He witnesses as the firmament burns
The end of mankind is due when the clock ceases itself from ticking the time

Marching lines of mad men, creeping out from the dystopian holes
The sand storm covers the skyline and hives of trivial lives are destroyed
The life-force driving eons, the mother seed is diminished out of existence
End of faith, end of the Elysium, the haven perceived by men

End of life, human waste
End of time, end of days

The conflagration rises from the waste and it takes the shape of a mammoth death
I tremble as the thunder breaks and one nature's upheaval takes one last breath
Fall of a parasite system, we are the imbalance of a creation malformed
This is my walk, my journey to the end, my solitary path to Armageddon