Something new bleeding born from the wastes
Their eyes see our darkness just as it was
They survived high fly with the kings of yore
No way out they're thriving all on their own
No need for us or our gods: profit and loss
Made it all dark and melted it down into a fetid pool
Cracked the mantle
Their eyes see stardust floating in winds
Feeding off escaping volcanic flows
We carved a warning in the crust of the earth
Assemble your masses burn down the crown