Caldera

Walls of fire
Towering high
Trumpet the end of an age.

Ancients from the Mantle
Conquer the sky
Dreaded Caldera is loosed from its cage.

Each beast and all brush
Quake at their doom
Leaves shake and quiver on bough.

As the magma tyrants ascend to the throne
And Caldera paves the way
With a fiery crown on its brow.

Now marks the coming of a world-cleanser juggernaut
Summoned from the cauldron of the deep veins of the living rock.

Clouds of blood
Tongues of flame
Sulfur haze
Blanket the Earth for the coming of the Igneous Gods.

We cannot be incited and we come to call of none
No clerics incantation can return us to the ground
Centuries shall expire
In fire and without Sun
Your pitiful progress drowned!

The climate stumbles, crumbles in collapse
Just one year without a summer crushes home upon hope
Mass extinction brings mankind down to its knees
Starvation in a dark age, in an ice age, in strangling cold.

Nuclear wars are weaklings to the one
Caldera spilling its guts
One hundred million miles of lava carving the earth into igneous provinces all.

Ontong Java - miles deep
Krakatoa - ready to burst
Deccan Trapps- continental bomb
Toba! Samosir! Armies assemble!

Plate-shattering blows wipe the earth clean of our kind
Lava slicing canyons in a deafening reign of chaos
A Din to reign for aeons.

Regal!
Burning!
Black!
Wild!