Whether soaring far aloft
Or burrowed deep below
Interleaved with roots
A pulsing iron does heave
I will become the onslaught soon
I shall nourish the suffering
Oaken fortress that stood for eons
Has withered to rubble
Though this void envelopes us
The emptiness and hatred we share
Yield to damnation of bloodshed
Drain the carrion and take root
Sunder the bond between sole beings
The sea may touch the sky at last
Eradicate all past generations
Become the abhorrence
Eyes aflame with innate exasperation
Venomous pain realized through telemetry
These structures that we bled for
Fleeting scaffolds descending towards the earth
I will become the onslaught soon
I shall nourish the suffering
All conflict may be my burden
Surrender to the clamoring abyss