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Lich King
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Lich King VI: The Omniclasm
Now into space the Lich King transcends He is formless, a spectre, a void Looming and dwarfing the crimson sun Time quickens and earth is destroyed
Celestial bodies are fodder for razing Planets, gas giants are ripe Crowding around him, he grows ever larger Begins the great galactic wipe
Sword Is Raised And Canis Majoris is cleaved in twain and the Sparks form a three hundred million mile trail of floss The Horsehead Nebula consumed in a fireball Stretching three and a half lightyears across
Metaphysical blade shears a massive black hole Its accretion disc scatters as dust Lunging and swinging, the targets grow tiny Milky Way flickers, impaled on a thrust
Omniclasm
Whole galaxies stir with a turn of his hand Novas like fireflies swirl in the air His tremendous size exceeds the universe now Suddenly, only black everywhere
Fourth dimension unfurls to his hollow eyes All time and all space revealed, he sees Abstract concepts, immutable truths He'll kill these too, he thinks, and is pleased
Sword Is Raised And astronomy, poetry, love, mathematics Fall prey to a screaming slash Chemistry, metallurgy and more are Undone in a blinding flash
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Civics, aesthetics, philosophy, logic Are crushed in a psionic vise Reason is dying, an unspeakable End result of his dead paradise
This is his Omniclasm
Back in the ash cloud that once was Earth The Nucleomancer remains Comprehends the King's plan at last Bellows and rises in flame
Furious blaze explodes in size And the King notes the emerald speck Howling up through the airless gloom Blossoming green from total black
Usurper begins to coalesce Threads of physics all unwind 'All hail the king,' the stars cry, dying A final battle at the end of time
Sword Is Raised And morningstar meets it, gargantuan flares Sent thundering from non-corporeal steel Each strike blocked is answered, in a Cosmic, cacophonous catherine wheel
The King sees his way to destroy everything A last concept lies behind his foe He swings, enemy thinks it a miss And readies the killing blow
Omniclasm
The King begins to cackle At the climax of the bout His aim was true, he'd run it through Reality itself winks out
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