Desolate Paradise - Rings of Saturn

The worship of a false deity has reached its end

Civilization has run amok

Completely devoid of all mercy

The harbinger

An insatiable urge to destroy the planet, even one as pathetic as Earth

Vengeance is the most refreshing

Fingernails split as you try to pry my hand from your throat

With my ascension, my new dynasty will be devised

It has begun, awaken from your slumber

Awaken

Plant the weapon in the galactic nucleus

Disorganized, disordered planet

The energy increased with each final dying star

I am a creature of malice and affliction

History shall at last repeat itself once more

Through me, you will enter your own desolate paradise

I am destruction in its most elegant form

Break from the core

Shatter the crust

Claimed these souls as my mindless drones