When all is dark for restful slumber
Heads laid to rest in nightfall's embrace
He'll rise above the word
And tear this land asunder
The blazing fields light the darkened sky
Like lunar tears falling delicately to the world below
And engulfing the land in a hateful haze
He rips across the sky
Stripping this world of its meaning
Tearing chasms apart like massive yawning maws stretching across the earth
His siren melody rings across the way
Dissonant choirs rising above as birds to the wind
Worming his way into beating hearts
Twisting once affectionate beings
Leaving all the world in a blurred medley of strife and ruin
As he sings his song of discord