The Madness festers more potent than ever before
Ancestors those I once adored
Bear witness to their sons!
The blasphemies I beheld the soil in which I dwell
The cradle burns as tinder to this Hell
And still they are blind to what they have done
Once my fecundity was wisdom
But soon only tears filled my glade
Serenity no longer binds me
I've sprouted a cancer of blades
Too long I have slept dreaming of better days
Too long I have wept while the world fell to decay
The blasphemies I behold False Gods poised to consume
An ocean of frozen souls – an eldritch doom
The earth pines for a Panacea to it's misery
All Mortals must perish before the prophecies come to be
This is your fate