Shadow of Intent - The Cosmic Inquisitor

I am the great thinker
The infallible speaker of our decimation
The prophet of armageddon

The defilement of mankinds innocence is like all others before it withers
Many before you have drowned in the abyss of ignorance and lies

Walking through ash and fire toward's a casket of the transformed
My skin is peeling, my eye sight fading

My body has contorted before the monument of our sins
Our bodies will be brought forth to behold the great icon of angels, holding scabbards to our throats

I tremble not, nor plead mercy, from such punishable guilt
For I will gladly take my reward in the realm of brimstone and silt
This deed shall not be undone
Our armor will be crafted of their tissue

My body has contorted, but still I tremble not
Nor plead mercy from such punishable guilt
For I will gladly take my reward in the realm of brimstone and silt

You must perish of famine and the galaxy must be cleansed of your grime

The didact has faced legions of the most evil of masses
And discovered the secret of humanity for himself

Humanity had unleashed pure hell across the barren lands of charum hakkor
Known as the primordial, supposed to be the last of the kind we had overthrown
But I would not submit, No I would die at the hands of my own first
But, alas, their answer was at hand
There must be another way
But the beast, it spoke to me
"We meet again, my foulest creation
I am the last of those who gave you purpose, I am the last, you ruthlessly destroyed
I am the last of the gods
The last precursor
Now I bring forth the end's regime which proves to be a threat"

Infesting my delighted mind is the lullaby of mankind's own demise
Our plague leaves you scarred
(Mockingly) Oh, the horror for what they have done!
Embrace the screaming ambience of the wretched choir
We have murdered your fathers, and their blood blankets our attire