The Promethean

Mighty one!

He destroys, with the shining lamp of knowledge
The darkness born of ignorance, orchestrated by Death himself
Master of the inferno, bringer of devouring flame to this transitory world
Divine dealings with mortality, residing in their hearts
Snatching the bounty for another human race
Where holocaust is victory and peace is defeat

The radiance of a thousand suns bursts into the sky
Eruptions surging outward
Disintegrating the partisans
As they march on to a death unknown

It begins, the swelling gloom which spells conclusion across the heavens
This is the splendour of the mighty one
Bound to this monolith, a tragic monument to his pride
The crowd, once gazing skyward exclaiming wonder
They round upon him, blinded by his brilliance
Their eyes are opened as they scream, "Blasphemer!"
In his twisted vision of the cosmic form, fouled by artificial breath
He shatters galaxies, now I am become death

To end everything and begin
To become the destroyer of worlds
This is his conviction, across the stars the scriptures are unfurled
The creator's revelation, end everything and begin
Imploring them to heed his scripture of liberation, he cries
"Worship Me!" As they blow his legacy across the skies
Innocent screams entrap his mind, as the crowd continue taunting
Lives that never were, relentless, torturous in their haunting

Urgh!

This is the splendour of the almighty one
Destroyer, blasphemer, igniter of the thousandth sun
This is the splendour of the almighty one
Destroyer, blasphemer, master of all and none