Creation's Crowning Glory - Kromlek

Now stare beyond the abyss

Deep into the future’s eyes

No scaldic verse will ever

Foretell our lingering demise

The soil suspires resigning

While I solemnly despise

And the copy of a fake oak’s

Seed is gonna rise

Throughout the urban canyons

I will send my sonic waves

I call from concrete towers to

All yet unborn slaves

My mind is like a climber

Overgrowing iron gorges

Nerve codes like lianas

Entwine around the forges

So don’t you bother

To call me brother

I’m not of your kin

I save my own skin

Just stand in file

Sick and vile

In concrete cells

Where no life dwells

Again I whisper

In the ear of the blind

There’s no loophole

The myth must rewind

Each step is fated

This doom bound am I

The well is dried up

And the hostage will die

Through the ironwood a blight I waft

Necropolitans awake by my draft

Out of scorched earth a giant I craft

Into each crevice life I will graft

An organic form of life I draft

Out of scorched earth a god I craft