Something Wicked (Part 1)

I can see clearly now
a painful vision indeed.
An attempt at genocide,
12.000 years of pain.

The human thirst for dominance
leads them to Setian ground,
the gravest of all threats now exists
and all galaxies could suffer.

Imagine the consequence
if Man does succeed,
the universe and all that
lives will suffer evermore.

Like a virus Man will spread
through the time continuum.
It’s a power they can’t comprehend,
a power we must secure.

So heed my word, a prophecy
that’s bleak and haunting.
Acceptance not fear will pave
the wave for life returning.

The Elder foreseen in sacred
flames our world is burning.
Yet more things are clear by
grand design, punishment unfolding.

Faith in the prophecy!
We’ll take this tragedy,
unite as one.

Fate show man no sympathy!
Something wicked feeds,
thy will be done.

Ten thousand souls,
one for every year of framing.
One of thirteen, the High Priest,
and the twelve that council.

Charged with our tome, retribution
for our loved ones suffering.
In secret they’ll meet, a global
network that endures for centuries.

Faith in the prophecy!
We’ll take this tragedy,
unite as one.

Fate show man no sympathy!
Something wicked feeds,
thy will be done.