Four Earths - Shai Hulud

One scorched three burning
Worlds given to hell and man is helpless amongst the cincers
How lightly tread we now
Today is the tomorrow that was never to come
Scourge of six thousand years
Heap thy flesh upon the scales
The misdeeds of your empire are epic and grave
A sum the lives of blamed could never outweigh
These are not ignorant islands unaware of their scars
Sustaining butchers for six thousand years
Under duress of the hook and pull
With bones from and to the dust sod retakes its claim
Transience is lost
And petty beasts will now learn how precious little they truly own
To reap amends
The stench of tresses on hot coats
Hooves of flame trample man into the embers
The melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse
Dare you cry for gods
Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres
These spheres make so your fate
Shed your tears for our thirsting lakes
We grow weary from the searing heat
Disturb not this sleep
Distort not this placid sea
This is the hour of extinction
A respite in the shedding
Of the weight of life
Life ebbing away
One scorched three burning
Worlds given to hell and man is reduced to cinders
How lightly tread they now
Never regenerate we ashen sisters
Restore and melt again
That ash in the lungs of arsonists is deathly
This is the uncreation of man
Mothers how will we breathe