Amaranthine
O, how we've disgraced our mother
The end of times are near
I can smell her rotting
We've burned the beds where we rest
Prepare for the coming of the destroyer
And on this foul day, when the fifth trumpet sounds
A star will fall from heaven to earth
Then from the smoke and dust, came the wind of the locusts
If we survive, we will never be the same again
And he will come to us in the form of a king
King of the insect demons, king of the realm of the dead
He is the key, the loicust reign, scorpion's sting
And we all know that pride is the downfall of man
We trust, and thus we will become dust and bone
He is the key, tortured are we
Slowly we rot-
Machine will rise from the remains of heroes
Spewing vile plague and disease
It is our essence to fight
And fight we must
And fight we will-
Our people line the fields
The blood of men will wash away
As the machines fall, we are victorious
But for how long
Do we determine our fate
The destroyer is near-
As [our] millenium passes us by
Our fights with machines enrage
How long until we're overpowered
How long until we're no more
We're running out of time
With each passing day
We've scorched her fields
Polluted her breath
And left her gutted and bled-
O, how we've disgraced our mother
Prepare for the coming of the destroyer