The Path Of Apotheosis

Enlightened by the aftermath of war
A twisted perversion seared the hearts of slaves
Branded in the image of their masters
In the wake of The Great Deluge
The kingdom lies in vast desolation
Permeation of sickness and sorrow
A travesty of man has now ensued
To rid them of the burdens of their past
The tribes were divided, scattered and thrown into disarray
Then the Deities ascended the sky
Leaving behind lost creations to sift through the lies
With folly the wicked will inherit the earth
Enslaving their brothers with ideals of rebirth
No longer bound to the foot of the throne
As demigods they conquer with their master's conviction
Mere machines of desperate emulation
With false depictions and purposeless sacrifice
They are lost forever
Bow down to the phantoms
Bow down to the ghosts in the sky.

Worshiping mortals as gods
Seeking false truth to no end
For the path of apotheosis
Has slipped through the grips of man
Illuminated by no obstruction of power
And twisted delusions of lavish grandeur.

They are now gods of man seeking out the weak
And frail diluted bloodlines
Cursed is the flesh fabricated by the eternal resonance
of vile endeavors of man
With false depictions and purposeless sacrifice
They are lost forever
The frailty of existence will be their demise
Egotistical commandments hold sway to their lies
Rely on the peasants who serve while programmed to be blind
Making them gods of the masquerade
Their screams for mercy will fall upon deaf ears
Servants to the cause of The Great Deceiver
Bow down to the phantoms
Bow down to the ghosts in the sky
Deception was their device to crush the weak
Lost and bewildered, the verminous cretins
Will glorify nothing on their knees.