Alghazanth

The lower the sun sinks,
The larger each shadow grows on celestial soil
Not suddenly but certainly
The holy land is swallowed into new kind of tyranny
The planet, like a thoroughly raped whore,
Bled the demonic ones out from its core
The tempest speaks in ominous tongues
Of a tremendous havoc yet to come
Worlds bend and even time devours itself hollow
Inhale the blasphemous dance of the macrocosm
With throes it gives birth to a strange constellation
Emerging from the sea of distress
Like a 21st century Leviathan
The unseen legionaries, all-worldly possessors