Overture of the Wicked

A gathering summoned by the Elder, the consequence of what’s imminent. A prophecy dark foreboding forces them to face human intent. The chosen seek refuge in the mountains, reluctantly their loved ones recognize. The sacrifice they must adhere to the only hope for future Setian life. Like a Martyr sacrifice! Await the day of Clouding, Earth Mother’s sharing in our pain. Erase the human memory, they know not of where they came. And though our hearts are broken we have to wipe the tears away. In vain they did not suffer, ten thousand strong will seize the day! What we possess mankind is after, direct descendants of the Architect. Children of God, seeds of creation, the stakes so high, we must never relent. While in wait ‘till human minds are clouded, initiation of the Master Plan. Assimilate and build new life among them, centuries will past, patience will win. We are the bane of man! Await the day of Clouding, Earth Mother’s sharing in our pain. Erase the human memory, they know not of where they came. And though our hearts are broken we have to wipe the tears away. In vain they did not suffer, ten thousand strong will seize the day! Earth Mother’s crying out in pain, we have to wipe the tears away. Our hearts are broken, ten thousand seize the day!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

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