Dominion

The fragile corpse of an ancient claws its way up from the neophytes,
Demanding retribution for an eternity witnessed,
The russet bleeding through the coarse grass,
A testament to a greater slaughter,
And the broken bones a eulogy to the myriad lives she drank,

A weary homogenous vacuum of blue looks on,
With the helplesss impotence of Jehova.

The essence of vitality barricades itself in amorphous mirrors,
Reflecting its forlorn lord silently mocking,

Only the fragile husks of the ancient threatens his dominion,
Waiting for the gods to usurp his throne,
Instilling phantom leaves with electric malice.

A banner of universes unfurls across the blue void,
Heralding the approach of my god.

All lyrics by Rob Cook, Copyright 2000-2004