Among desolation,
Hidden, buried deep,
The vaults of gods,
Lost secrets do keep.

Though all creation
Succumbed to the blight,
The precursors foresaw,
And sealed their might.

In dark chasms below,
Do great engines lie in wait.
For the predestined time
To fulfill their grand fate.

Though those now above,
Twisted and broken,
Sing of wicked things,
That should neer be spoken,

They will not inherit
What remains of this world.
Their end will come,
When the stars lie unfurled.