The Prophet's Beckoning - Shadow of Intent, Tom Barber

Materialize in the light of the sun

A fleet of billions raining from the clouds up above

Jaws dripping for my flesh, they come for my head

Twilight compunction illuminate the earth

Legacies have been uncovered

Before us, substance in its orbit

A second ring to end them all

This is where the ancients fall

All legions of the serpent unite as one

Spew forth darkness in the form of a death of a nova

Bestow fire unto their worlds

For salvation has been gifted from the hands of the gods

The sacred icon shall be found

The silence is so deafening

My brothers have forsaken me

Forgive my haste, my foolishness, in the light of this tragedy

You’ve fooled me for the last time

An example must be made

Look up, face the skies

Kneel down, accept your demise

Holy defenders basking in the effluence of human filth

Unaware their beckoning goes unheard

Beyond the shadow of doubt

Alas, in my hands, driven straight into the ground

The silence is so deafening

My brothers have forsaken me

Forgive my haste, my foolishness, in the light of this tragedy

You’ve fooled me for the last time

An example must be made

Look up, face the skies

Kneel down, accept your demise

All eyes bent towards the heavens

The glorious light that splits apart the veil

Behold the infinite jest

Man shall cease

All eyes to behold

All eyes bent towards the heavens

The glorious light that splits apart the veil

Behold the infinite jest

Man shall cease

All eyes to behold its unrelenting reach

In the darkest light we wait to transform into glass

The beam of light emerges and completes the final task

Upon release all life will cease

Twilight Compunction, burn this world to ash

Burn this world to ash

Burn this world to ash