Wrætlic Is Þæs Wealstan

The conflagration
Bidden forth from a dying sun
A brilliantly wreathed flame sweeping the heavens

An empyrean holocaust
How our glorious pillars will fall
With a rousing call to arms
The progeny bequeth their legacy
Oh how they vigilantly aubade their fate

Yet we see how quickly the craven will boast
As the meek are laid to waste
The maniacal’s chains unbound

Their spirits abhorrent

The vultures lament
For their coveted empires, broken
Cobble scattered with ashes
And the doleful cries
The righteous have fallen

The conflagration bidden forth from a dying sun
A brilliantly wreathed flame sweeping the heavens
An empyrean holocaust

Never the same empires fall in decay
Reaped from the core of existence
Shattered to dust before the cosmos
Molecular fission combusts disintegrating
Exorbitant life forms void to entrapment
Molded to stellar magnetic paradigm
Into the null quantum vacuity