Borne upon the wind of hallowed crusade A declaration is made, be not afraid To be not afraid Unfurling in frantic waves of utter catastrophe The Seraphim's prophecy Not a single entity left to mourn for humanity Before me appeared a form of mind-bleeding swarm Its writhing mass Held my mind within its grasp Abstruse and radiant Its wings wreathed in endless eyes A divine progeny bearing the Seraphim's final prophecy Cacophonous, speaking in tongues It cursed my senses Bestowing the very Sensation of annihilation In the absence of our deity We've penned a new end to the human odyssey The Seraphim's prophecy Unfurls in frantic waves of utter catastrophe In the absence of our deity We've penned a new end to the human odyssey The Seraphim's prophecy Not a single entity left to mourn for humanity Seen through the eyes of a myriad driven mad Such blinding birth Prometheus has touched the earth A gift of rapturous firestorms Miles sterilized in an instant of merciful obliteration Only the dead are truly fortunate The living shall know naught but suffering Relentless scalding winds strip the flesh from helpless fleeing forms They pray for the end Eyes boiling in their sockets A sickness shall enshroud all who remain Boils and lesions corrupt mirth The future met with disdain and stillbirth A noxious cloud blooms in the godless sky This horror signifies the dawn of our demise A dark star pulses in the leaden sky Those who survive the megafires will be entombed in ice