Ritual Of Conflagration

Waiting in anticipation
The embers dying out
As each sand grain slips past
Glorious extinction beckons
Teaching ephemeral lessons
Our history repeats
Within each fleeting minute
Glorious extinction beckons
Be well prepared
No

The clock hands spinning
Racing towards a grim reality
Perilous salvation
Versus us as worst fiends

Burning candles at both ends
Life predestined to falter
Only again to blaze

The clock hands spinning
Racing towards a grim reality
Each star a time bomb
Resting to bring fire

Face penalty, chance
A consequence too much to undo
Flame running out, graves
Worthless in the face of death

Perpetual the outlook from beyond
Witness it all spiral away
Cosmic balance shifts
A new paradigm
Few infernal moments
Last breaths, insignificance

The clock hands spinning
Racing towards a grim reality
Perilous salvation
Versus us as worst fiends
My head is spinning
Skulking towards a grim reality
Mere walking corpses
Obtuse to our ruin

Waiting in anticipation
The embers dying out
As each sand grain slips past
Glorious extinction beckons
Teaching ephemeral lessons
Our history repeats
Within each fleeting minute
Glorious extinction beckons

As I look to the skies a searing light engulfs all
It has arrived, surroundings suddenly ablaze
The ground turns to ash and I feel none
I embrace the end, abandon despair

The quaking grounds
Bury the filth underneath
The blinding light
Peals the crust off the earth
The molten core
Gives birth to life no more
What matters is what remains