Twisted Trail - Tomb Mold

The chosen one will extinguish the sun

In the darkness will their deeds be done

The deified of this planet have been captured

The chosen grows bloated from their flesh

The earth has been reduced to a cemetery of ash

A new master, a new god

Free of disciples

Rejecting servants

No tolerance for the powerless

Follow the twisted trail of destruction

It will lead to their greatest achievement

A tower, a monument

Built by and for everything that stood before them

A foundation of bones

Cemented by blood

A tool of intimidation

A colossus designed to bring fear to distant planets

What good is a monument if no one can see it