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Through countless aeons the dead beast dreams
Waiting for the stars to become his own
Sensitive telepathy brings about reasons
The cult has hidden, it’s idols flown

Millennia of madness waiting in the tomb
Harsh deities awaken by the hand of man
The great beast’s city with distorted geometries
Once sunken has risen to prove humanity’s damned

The gods of fools with astronomical tools
Waiting for their lessons of anarchy
Mankind will die when the stars are right
Only when they perish will they finally see

Monoliths arise, now all left is the key
And the world will once again be theirs
Death besets the stage of life
As Earth is robbed from its primitive heirs