Skies Torn Open

In a time before the sickness and the plague
In a place where time tracks circles round the cosmic egg
In the beings brought to bear by kindred scorn
On this world shall the Sleeper be reborn

In a time after conscious life has lived and died in glory
In a place left barren and black under the rot and the decay
Out of the beings spring forth the essence of the universe
The Sleeper has left the matter world for the sky

Sleeping behind the clouds on high
Enjoined to wreak despair
Lying in wait for the seal to break
Beseech thee turn back from these ways
Rest on thy laurels no more

The watchers stalk the heavens above between the stars and the world below
Suspended animation amid the oceans above
Waiting for the time to breathe new life into the dead wasteland
Disrupted by the interloper, conjuring forms of the dead

Tyrant awake, the eye of judgement comes
Visage of death, the scales of justice fold
Behind the cloud mask, dwells truth in purest form
A cleansing for deeds of yore, a cleansing forever more

Descend on wings of ash and fly beyond the bounds of knowing
Ripped from the black of the sky, beneath the waves refracting lye
To pierce the veil and crack the atmospheric shell
And let the sun dispel your sickness from this hell
Dispel