Omens

In the outer space

The solar system shivers

Swallowed by the void embrace

Rising from the schism

To engorge matter and life

A corrupted organism

All living things will face the king despise

Scattered throughout the system

In hundreds of shrines and temples inert

A new message from light years away

The silent brood is now returned

A massive spaceship built from parts

Of a fallen god that was slain

In the Hall of Souls the King is waiting

For those who dare to enter his ascendant domain

The light is twisted, the waves are tied in the optical vortex

The mind is changed, new pulses are travelling to the cortex

Truth has been spoken, empty and brainwashed you are just a drone

Your will is broken, now bow down to the dead planets throne

Ripped from our dimension

The darkness slowly corrupts

Your essence casted into the oblivion

As the will of the king erupts

The void flows, blue fire glows

As your body lose control

Trapped in your head, your planet's dead

As the throne reclaim its toll

The light is twisted, the waves are tied in the optical vortex

The mind is changed, new pulses are travelling to the cortex

Truth has been spoken, empty and brainwashed you are just a drone

Your will is broken, now bow down to the dead planets throne

The Empire has fallen, oblivion drawing near

Phobos is ashes, cities to dust, as they reach our stratosphere

Chained to non-existence, your soul now the void contains

A shard of your planet collected as a spoil now it's all that remains