Four Earths - Shai Hulud

One scorched

Three burning

Worlds given to hell

And man is helpless amongst the cinders

How lightly we tread

Today is the tomorrow that was never to come

Scourge of six thousand years

Under duress of the hook and pull

With bones from and to the dust

Sod retakes it’s claim

Transience is lost

And petty beats will now learn how precious little they truly own

They reap amends

The stench of tresses on hot coals

Hooves of flames trample man into the embers

The melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse

Dare you cry for the gods

Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres

The spheres make so your fate

Shed your tears for our thirsting lakes

We grow weary fro the searing heat

Disturb no this sleep

Distort not this placid sea

This is the hour of extinction

A respite in the shedding of the weight of life

Life ebbing away

One scorched

Three burning

Worlds given to hell

And man is reduced to cinders

How lightly we tread

Never regenerate

We ashen sisters

Restore and melt again

The ash in the lungs of arsonists is deadly

This is the uncreation of man

Mothers

How will we breathe