The son of night and chaos, father of disruption
Emerges, a wooer of anguish
The farmer of perdition

Marches to the worlds above and beyond
To lay waste day and order
To end his bond

In his wake destruction will precede
The bacteria on surface
They shall bleed

They shall turn to madness, struck by blasphemy
As the Creator reveals
His sadistic epiphany

Realization will dawn, when it leaves your body
A wisp of consciousness, shimmering blue
Bow down to death as it becomes you

All that exists is cheap dribble
Promises of old, prayers written in gold
Kindergarten scribble

Violated and slain, history reaches its appendix
As the farmer of perdition-
Reveals his identity

Six, Six, Six