Archaen Divinity

Through dust of ages, burned into ashes of the seer
 The voice of an ancient echo travels across the astral plane
 Before the mark of time, before the origin of life
 What was and what shall be again meet at the crossroad of the divine
 Washed in anguish, cloaked in shadowed ancestry
 We stand in duality and await the arrival of the triad
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 Infinity arrived before us on a steed of morbid decay
 and cast down on our plight, a looming desecration
 He is the third, the triumvirate, his journey ends here
 in our temple of atavistic separation
 His mare of centuries bows and falls from its bones
 into a pile of dry flesh, scoria and sinew
 We are but heretics watching from the edge of the ruins
 Our maligned veil enshrouds the world below
 
 Through the corridors tide, before the light revealed our silent woe
 A pleasant stillness that suffering could only reward
 We drag the gods behind us, they perished grasping our cloaks
 The serpent's venom spat upon and joined the ranks of the fallen steed
 We are but travelers in a lost aeon
 A new dark age of malice... and divinity