Perdition Tide

In the mythoi of all worlds, in all eras

In the ancient rhymes of verse, ageless and hallowed

Are the pure whispers singing of the end

The heart of all the races past, who left us their words

Beat in full knowledge that it will have an end

As it had its primal source, both which the same

A sacred bridge whose name is carnage and decay

Bearing alone the footsteps of the gods

Far from the rising tide of death

Which follows dissent divine

The final throes of entropy are sworn

Bitter sleep of the sovereign sun

Whose child from abyssal womb

Will bless the seed of gold

When echoes divine dissent, perceived below

The race of earth will answer in antiphonal cries

To take up arms with gods, a future bestowed

Or perish in the earthly dust's unbidden demise