On The Eve Of Tempest - Manufacturer's Pride

On the eve of tempest, foul winds blow in rising anger

Lowly form of human life all wiped away in the gust of storm

Pillars of ancient power, monuments of magnitude

Come undo in just one night

Desolation greets the lightless dawn

The burning earth stains skies crimson

Flooding waters churn with decay

Like footprints in sand, our legacy is lost in obliteration

In a passing moment all is erased

Over flowing mass graves

For your God’s disgrace

The lord of all inane

No divine intervention

Illusionist’s invention

By thousands you are left to rot

Skies rush down to engulf the meek

Earth crushes and renders towers obsolete

The halls of your holy all laid to waste

Oceans rise to drown your empires under the wrathful waves