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The Eschaton Cycle

by Lost Continent

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1.
Emergence 06:54
Engulfing infinite black Sparks flicker and light the void Galaxial thunder cracks Primordial fire born Engulfing infinite black (sparks flicker and light the void) Galaxial thunder cracks Primordial fire born Planets formed by the hands of the makers Your life is not a choice A rock of greedy takers Your death will be a gift The star burns the stone New species carve out their home Landscapes carved by flesh and bone A new species lays claim to the throne Our disfigured mother strains to provide As resources dwindle we kill to survive Wars waged for profit They leave a fiery wake Waves of death wash over We kill to survive We kill to survive This is judgement day on a continental scale I’ve got an earthquake’s touch and the Devil’s grin Nothing Left A desolate crater A smoldering stain scorched upon this rock Forever lost in the history we wrote When your gods come knocking I’ll make sure no one’s home New life born in the rubble I wish we hadn’t survived We dig towards the light but the Watchers black the sky With the weak washed away we’re forced to rebuild We rest our heads on their ash and pray this new life won’t collapse
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Eden 07:50
Nights no longer cold Backs no longer bent Hands no longer calloused With nature as our slave Cultivating masses Our cities dim the stars Fully formed intellection So far from initial conception Bring hammer to steel Build an era through anguish Flourish thrown upon us With no known notion of collapse senses acute and woes fade Absolution, a second chance We’ll see what the masses are made of Approaching a harmonic convergence of enlightenment We’ve found our people’s existential parable We are gods on ivory thrones I am the unmaker Sleepless pushing the boundaries Burning candles at every end Technological advances Engage autopilot We are now automata Pull the power source and shut off No person left with personality The parasitic species drains their native land Magma forms obsidian skin Petros ichor courses their veins This is not the utopia we’d hoped for Unwise to the watchful eyes pulling the strings of demise “Oh, woe is me” the masses scream So far disconnected from veracity Boiling under Occluded by darkness We are the Watchers’ false hope Stone upon stone upon stone upon bone
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Extinction 10:11
Fucked from square one The event is imminent Masses awake to the planet’s quake This is true chaos This is true pain No one spared No one saved Beliefs turn to fear, fear to hysteria Leaves you crippled like a shotgun to the knees Madness consumes you, now watch the bodies rot Light years away we watch in awe Foreign stars hurled towards our home Annihilation in their wake Flames fertilize the heavens As fires reach the sky The star burns the stone This is your hell The surface cooks Skin is liquidized Buildings crumble Homes collapse This is the falling of the axe A carpet of flesh A portrait of death Die in the flames Waking monoliths Brought forth by ignorance Nothing left alive Nothing left alive Nothing left alive Nothing fucking left alive (panic) ...maybe they were watching all along Wake up Moons crash from the sky The cities lift beneath our feet Nothing will survive Hurling vacant satellites through time They seek the collapse of existence Celestial warheads soar through space Wasteland in their wake There is fire on the horizon The stench of death lingers in the streets I gave you everything Now watch it turn to ash Death will always prevail I will fucking erase you I am the unmaker Watch you beg from the grave Void of life, your extinction Waste of life Bled dry by the leviathan’s will Forever lost in the history we wrote When your gods come knocking I’ll make sure no one’s home

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released August 17, 2016

Production by Artur Sandulyak

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