The Path of Apotheosis

Enlightened by the aftermath of war
 A twisted perversion seared the hearts of slaves
 Branded in the image of their masters
 In the wake of The Great Deluge
 The kingdom lies in vast desolation
 Permeation of sickness and sorrow
 A travesty of man has now ensued
 To rid them of the burdens of their past
 The tribes were divided, scattered and thrown into disarray
 Then the Deities ascended the sky
 Leaving behind lost creations to sift through the lies
 With folly the wicked will inherit the earth
 Enslaving their brothers with ideals of rebirth
 No longer bound to the foot of the throne
 As demigods they conquer with their master's conviction
 Mere machines of desperate emulation
 With false depictions and purposeless sacrifice
 They are lost forever
 Bow down to the phantoms
 Bow down to the ghosts in the sky
 Worshiping mortals as gods
 Seeking false truth to no end
 For the path of apotheosis
 Has slipped through the grips of man
 Illuminated by no obstruction of power
 And twisted delusions of lavish grandeur
 They are now gods of man seeking out the weak
 And frail diluted bloodlines
 Cursed is the flesh fabricated by the eternal resonance
 of vile endeavors of man
 With false depictions and purposeless sacrifice
 They are lost forever
 The frailty of existence will be their demise
 Egotistical commandments hold sway to their lies
 Rely on the peasants who serve while programmed to be blind
 Making them gods of the masquerade
 Their screams for mercy will fall upon deaf ears
 Servants to the cause of The Great Deceiver
 Bow down to the phantoms
 Bow down to the ghosts in the sky
 Deception was their device to crush the weak
 Lost and bewildered, the verminous cretins
 Will glorify nothing on their knees