A final banquet held within the red gate
Draws their gaze away from an omen ill
Flowers bursting from the bamboo stalks
Nourishment for the looming infestation
The blossom oath can be upheld no longer
Sinew and bone strain under pressure
The neck brittle with the burden of prophecy
Relieved by the falling blade
Lambfeet roasting above the firepit
Smelted precious metals in the air
Beyond the edge, the ends of the earth
Onward to the sunrise kingdom
Dancing, marching, conquering the past
Strangling the final graces of Apollo
The phantom charge of the steeds of Ashura
Imposing an order of chaos untold
The rule of iron remains unchanged, immune to evolution
The ravenous ranks of the formic legionnaire
A silken veil of mercy, of pity, of constrained piety
Barely conceals the desire to subjugate
Burrowing, seeking, sanctuary below
Beyond the reach of the starlight paths
Cast down into the maze of camelthorn
Embraced by the deepest roots of the labyrinth
Dancing, compelled, beneath chaos, solo sitar guiding my feet
Orchestrated carnage above entertaining death
Voyeuristic pursuit, chasing fabled purity
Alone, I move, soothing music, listen to their screams
Nameless, cursed, forgotten faces line the empty halls
Tortured, trapped inside mosaic prisons
Distorted visages mutter words of malice and spice
Pleas for vengeance gone unheard
Ambition alone will never emerge triumphant
Against the mandates of heaven and earth
No refuge from the cosmic dice that guide the hands of fate
Cannot outrun that which is to be
With a single brilliant flash of light
Spidering down from the heavens into the heart of ceded lands
Lightning bolt, illuminator, the crackling of ions
Cast the shadows away
Tearing down the bloodied barriers
Effervescent weapons dissipate
Tombs of bygone ages rebuilt
Cradled in the heart of the magma