Eyes glazed. Cast away from reality. No regards for the limits of speed. Encompassing soliloquy. Selfish is the center of thought. Autonomy. Can you thrive in your mind? This journey of these fallen s

Eyes glazed.
Cast away from reality.
No regards for the limits of speed.
Encompassing soliloquy.
Selfish is the center of thought.
Autonomy.
Can you thrive in your mind?
This journey of these fallen souls consumes us all.
This journey of these fallen souls consume

Who dare disturb me?!
Who seeks to destroy what I've worked my life to forge?! Treason! You tread on the throne of a giant, a god among men. My hammer will deliver justice to those who oppose my power. My sword will cut through the deepest strength and the strongest will.
Back down! Tre

Who dare disturb me?!
Who seeks to destroy
what I've worked my life to forget?!
Treason!
You tread on the throne of a giant, a god among men.
My hammer will deliver justice to those who oppose my power. My sword will cut through the deepest strength
and the strongest

There will be no resurrection for those who suffer his wrath.
Can we hold him?
Can we hold him here?
Locked up to satisfy the populace.
But you can see it in his eyes.
He knows this has to end.
That he's been here for too long.
He can't be contained by steel.
The

Your distrust in us is the omega.
Seek reference in your action and succumb to what is truth.
This display of harmony and dissonance is the end of all to come.
This will be the end of all.
When does his reign end?
When does this end?
You're filled with smooth spoken denia

A cheap suffocation.
A bloody genocide.
I feel your breath escaping.
This time it won't take long.
Bringing all to ruin,
I will set flames unto the body
that lies undone
and when your life passes through your eyes
I won't remember you or your disgusting fate
t

Legend will tell of a machine who lives to destroy the world of man, with virtue as his cause.
Inside is nothing. A barren wasteland. Inside is nothing, but a heart of blackened oil and a self-righteous soul. He is but crank and lever. He is but bolt and clasp. The cogs turn about. Each whe

A bittersweet reality in the death of an entity.
No purpose is left for a righteous mercenary.
All that's left is the glorious fall or my reign is not complete.
As a product of sin and self-indulgence I will give into my own cause.
I will die by my own blood drenched hands.
M

A fatal flaw in omniscient design.
No grasp of what stands before me yet I know him like a son.
This is perfection at its best.
His eyes know no fear and the ultimate truth.
A god of war who does not know his purpose.
A god of war.
A vessel for death.
Bred to end the