The Prelude to Bereavement
It came from the Magellanic cloud.
Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms, not death but something more.
He swept us right off of our feet and caressed our worlds with crimson flame.
Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms, not death but something more.
When the sun withers and dies and the darkness takes whole.
When the reign of the wicked has overcome the toll.
The brainless ones and the souls of the righteous will burn our holy fucking Ecumene to the ground.
Eviscerate the beast where he stands and sever each limb with precision.
Each system and its sentience will be ingested to construct new worlds for his deadened empire.
We can keep this secret from you no more.
The time has come for us to defend our stars, our branch of the Orion Arm, and all other life that exists among us.
Rise, my Prometheans!
It is time for us to wage war!
Let us shatter their bones and let the skies rain coarse with their blood.
Relish in the miasma, their rotting stench, and let the remnants of their singed bodies lie devoured by fire.
For if we face defeat, this will just be the prelude of our bereavement.!
Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms, not death but something more.
He swept us right off of our feet and caressed our worlds with crimson flame.
Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms, not death but something more.
When the sun withers and dies and the darkness takes whole.
When the reign of the wicked has overcome the toll.
The brainless ones and the souls of the righteous will burn our holy fucking Ecumene to the ground.
Eviscerate the beast where he stands and sever each limb with precision.
Each system and its sentience will be ingested to construct new worlds for his deadened empire.
We can keep this secret from you no more.
The time has come for us to defend our stars, our branch of the Orion Arm, and all other life that exists among us.
Rise, my Prometheans!
It is time for us to wage war!
Let us shatter their bones and let the skies rain coarse with their blood.
Relish in the miasma, their rotting stench, and let the remnants of their singed bodies lie devoured by fire.
For if we face defeat, this will just be the prelude of our bereavement.!
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Writer(s): Christopher Wiseman, Benjamin Duerr
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